*~~Miranda~~*
"Honey! Look what I found! Won't these fit in the living room?"
She looked up the wallpaper she was thinking of draping her room with and looked at what her dad had found. She froze and just stared at it. It was hideous! It actually looked like rainbow puke.
"Dad. No. You already have green polka dot curtains and a orange, striped rug. And those two patterns shouldn't be put together to begin with, and now you bring this hideous thing." Her dad looked a little discouraged but smiled.
"As honest as always. Well, then. What do you think we should get?"
Through compomises they finally agreed on one. The compromise was that it was just blue. She didn't want to have more patterns and he didn't want something 'boring'.
They had just moved and she didn't want this house to like the one they had before. She shivered just thinking of it. Her dad was an artist who loved color. She had suspected for a long time that it was one of the reasons her mother left them. She did suspect, though, that their house would look different from others. Her dad always said the last few decades had been boring when it came to color so she had always been that kid in school that, at first, had very bright colored clothes. Her mother had forbidden her from ever wearing pink, because of her red hair, so she had looked at the other girls pink clothes and wished for pink stuff to. When she grew older she began to decide herself what she would wear. No more bright colored clothes. And no pink. She had inherited her curly hair from her mother and was glad it wasn't from her father He would certainly have come up with an eye cathching haircut.
She dumped the wallpaper on the floor in what was going to be her new room. The wallpaper she had chosen was a bright green, it would look boring if she didn't get brighter curtains and stuff, though. She went and got the glue, her dad came with her. While they put up the wallpaper he said something strange.
"I hope you won't be as embarrassed to bring friends home now." She stopped doing what she was doing, but didn't answer.
"I'll try to have the door to my own room closed, too." He sounded different.
"That would be good." was all she said.
Silence.
"So, um...what do you think about this town?" she asked to get rid of the silence.
~~*~~
Later when they were on the way to her dad's brother's house, where they were staying, they were quiet as usual. She began to fantasize about the next school year at her new school. All people would like her, she did well in school, had a boyfriend and she and her dad had an awesome relationship. She continued to think about it in bed when she noticed a butterfly fly in through the window. She didn't want it in there and began to try to get it to fly towards the window. Instead of flying to the window it flew up to her eyes and had her full attention. Then it touched her nose and she was no longer in the room.
It then flew out of the window in search of the last of the seven.
*~~Wilma~~*
She had been home for three days, well, now it was four. The first day she had just packed up everything, the second day and night she had been with her boyfriend and now she slept over at Arbell's place. They should have come home earlier, but things didn't work out with the plane and other stuff so they had to stay longer. But now she was finally home with one of her favorite persons. It was well past one a.m, and she heard Arbell's breaths. She felt hot and went out on the balcony. The night was cool with a clear sky. She looked down and suddenly thinking of if she would make it if she jumped down. She would probably not feel so fine afterwards. Arbell would probably not become as hurt as she would, she was a lot fitter.
She needed to go back in and sleep. She didn't feel sleepy, though. It was bright and nice outside, so there was no way she could be tired.
"Geez." she sighed. "I need to sleep."
Her body and brain didn't agree with her. They thought this was a wonderful time to be awake. They didn't care at all that Arbell probably would wake her up if she had to wait too long. She looked at the clock tower. Almost two. Man, this was a really good view. Did Arbell pay for this herself or did her parents send her money? It must be the latter.
A white butterfly landed beside her on the rail. She rested her head in her hand.
"Can't you sleep? Me neither."
It felt good just standing there with the butterfly. It didn't say anything, didn't even have a mind, she betted.
The minutes passed, but the butterfly didn't move. She began to fantasize about her being able to control and talk to animals. That would actually be pretty cool. She suddenly felt tired and decided to go to bed. She yawned.
"Well, butterfly, I'm going t..." she trailed off. The butterfly faced her, still sitting on the rail and moved its wings slowly. She stretched out her hand so it could land on it.
And they were gone.
*~~Eleanor~~*
She woke up. Looked at the clock. Almost five. God. Why did she wake up? She rolled over to the other side and pulled the cover over her head. The light still shone through.
"Come ooon..." she whined. Something flew past her face. Her eyes opened immediately and she sat up fast. Did a moth come through the window while she was asleep? She did not want anything like that in her room when she was sleeping. She looked around and saw it sitting on her alarm clock. It wasn't a moth, though. It was Ingya.
"Here to take me away again?" she asked with a little smile. She touched it and this time she wasn't as shocked as she had been the first time, so she noticed the flicker before arriving at the white hall. This time she wasn't alone when she got here. She saw Tenso, a very tired Charlotte and three other girls she had never seen before. A blond girl and a brown haired girl that talked ("You know, when I woke up because of the door and you weren't there...never do that again! I thought you had fallen from the damned balcony!") and a red head. Ingya wasn't there. Then another girl came. After looking around for a bit, she went over to the two talking girls and the blond seemed to introduce her to the brown haired girl she talked with. Eleanor herself went over to Charlotte.
"Were you asleep, too?" she asked as Charlotte yawned.
"Yes." Eleanor yawned. "As you can see am I still in my pajamas. Oh. So are you." She added a little smile. Eleanor suddenly felt embarrassed, she slept in a nightgown while Charlotte slept in a pajamas. Everyone was wearing pajamas, actually. The blond one just had underwear and a big t-shirt on. Another girl came, she noted the girl was wearing a night gown, too. Ingya was now at Tenso's side.
"Welcome...to you that have come" he said as calm as ever. "You are here now...to fulfill your duty."
A duty they decided she and the other girls should have.
"Ingya...You wanted to tell them, did you not?" He shot the woman a warm smile, which she returned when she stepped forward.
"Well, the time has come for you to go and help." she smiled that big, ridiculously happy smile of hers. Her eyes closed as usual. "You will try and make peace between the two countries Amessia and Rurica." Eleanor guessed they had to do more than try.
"What made them fight?" the blond girl asked.
"In Rurica, also referred to The North, Tegon, the dragon of the north lives. He gives the country happiness and luck, as long as they worship him. Amessia, a fairly small but ambitious country in the north-west decided that they want Tengo's gifts. They invaded Rurica and continue to take more and more land to find him. They have now started to kill the people of Rurica, who have now responded with killing Amessians and their allies in the east. If it escalates, many, many people will die. Every country has allies and the countries allies will kill each other. It has already begun to happen. We can't let it continue any further and that's where you come in." She gestured with her arms. Eleanor's head felt empty.
"So...you're sending us into a war?" the girl with brown hair and the friend of the blond one asked. There was doubt in her voice.
"Yes. But we do not think you will die."
'Do not think'? There was actually a possibility that they could die?
"Um..." someone said. Everyone's heads turned to the red haired girl. She cleared her throat. "How long will it take? I mean, my dad..." she sounded worried. Eleanor felt a little ashamed, she hadn't given that a thought at all.
"We have taken care...of it." Tenso said. The way he passed made it sound like they had "taken care" of it. "Please, do not worry."
"We're going to a cold land, aren't we?" Charlotte asked, she didn't sound that happy. Ingya laughed.
"Yes, yes you are. We do have warm clothes and..."
Suddenly she thought of something. What were they going to eat? And the cold? Warm clothes don't help that much. Sleep? How would they go to the bathroom?
"...other necessary things. We have taken care of it. You won't even need to walk around with those big things on your back that you usually do in your world when going on long journeys."
She had to ask. They didn't expect them to find a town, which there probably won't be many of since they'll be going to the north.
"Excuse me" she began. "What about food and other equipment?"
"It has already been taken care of." Tenso said. I understand your worry...But everything regarding equipment will be fine."
She would believe it when she saw it. She looked at the other girls. They seemed to feel like she did, too. Nervous, a little afraid and worried.
"Now then...if you go through the door behind you..." he lifted his arm in the direction. "..and then go to the left you will find the room with your clothes. You can leave your own clothes here."
"What, really?" the blond said surprised. "No transformation or different exotic clothes?" Ingya giggled and Tenso smiled.
"No, nothing of that sort, but I think you will find the clothes...nice. Now, go. You need to start as soon as possible. When you are done, come back here."
They went to the room and found their clothes. Everyone had the same, white pants, awhite top and a white cloak in a thick material. It had a hood and protection to the hips with two holes, so you could stick the arms out. They had high boots, no heel, and gloves. The clothes were very nice, indeed.
When they had dressed they went out again. Together.
"Your mission is to with the help of your powers create peace. No killing." Ingya said. Eleanor had never heard her with such a serious voice. "In your own way, try. You can do it, do not doubt yourselves. Help and support each other. Do. Not. Die."
Die?
"How will we create peace?" the brow haired, round faced girl asked.
"In your own way." she answered.
Die?
"Talk with people, find the best ways. Now come with me, you need to go."
Die?
They followed Ingya and Tenso went somewhere else. Die?
They came into another hall with many open doors, they went into one and inside there was a mirror. A big one. Ingya did something and the mirror showed a dark, snowy landscape.
"Go through here and you will come to Rurica. Miranda is the leader and good luck!"
No one seemed to want to go through, so Ingya took them one by one by the shoulder and pushed them, not hard, into the snow. It was cold.
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