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Isis sighed and left standing in the middle of the crowded boat.

"Isn't anything I do good enough for you? You judged me from the moment you saw me, as if I wouldn't understand your pain or your suffering, as if I would be that kind of no-brained rich girl. You all think I am in a far better situation than you and you regard yourselves being higher and wiser than me only from what you see on the outside! You should learn to appreciate others, instead of judging and hating them from the first sight!" she almost shouted at the slaves that were closest to her. Suddenly she also realized that basically everyone could hear her and many were even looking at her.

Isis walked back to her seat and pouted.

"Selfish no good for nothing unfriendly people..." she muttered to herself.

Before she had time to react she felt smurf the boat rocked back and forth a couple of times, as it would have stopped, which it had indeed done. She felt the hot desert breeze against her face, and it felt rather comforting, it was as Isis was at home again. Still the way to the palace was long, but she knew at least she would have no problems surviving through these harsh lands.

As the guards unloaded the slaves Isis sneaked past them a bit away to a few large cactuses growing in the sandy earth. She examined them carefully.

"Yes, these will do just fine." she said while checking that none of the guards had noticed her.

Isis took carefully off most of the long needles and threw them in the sand. She then broke off a large part of the cactus wrapping it into her cloth and placing it around her so that the cactus hung in a baglike creation on her waist. She knew very well that this would give her both food and water, considering that their needs would not be thought of and the guards would consume everything they had brought with them themselves.

The guards were by now finished with putting chains on the other slaves and as they turned around to look for Isis she was standing right next to them, as she would have been standing there for the entire time. Without speaking one of the guards pointed at a camel standing next to the slaves.

"That one's for you, miss." he said and grinned.

Isis sighed though still being thankful for getting to ride the camel instead of having to walk.

"Thank you." she said and walked over to the camel that was lying on the ground.

Lucky for her she was used to handle animals like this, as the guards did not seem to show any interest in helping her. In fact, Isis was just happy they did not follow her. She stroked the camel's neck calmingly and jumped on its back. With a light commandment the camel rose from the ground and looked around curiously at the slaves standing next to him.

Isis regarded as one of the guards harassed a slave.

"Leave him alone." she said.

Isis was well aware of that such a commandment would not do, so she grabbed one of her golden bracelets and lifted it up so that the guard could see it.

"As I believe that stone is as good as yours, I'll trade you it for this bracelet, real gold with a few ruby's in it. You know you'll get far more by trading in this in the city, rather than just a extra pretty stone." she said with a manipulative tone in her voice. She then threw the bracelet to the guard who inspected it carefully

Isis steered her camel closer to the guard and the slave who looked worried, without the power to protect his stone as his hand were in cuffs. She looked at the guard's face for approval, and after a while he gave a silent nod and reached for the slave’s stone. Before he had the opportunity to take it away from the slave Isis interrupted him.

"Leave it with the slave, I'll claim it later." she said.

The guard had a smug look at his face, as if he would be thinking what a foolish trade the girl had just made. He turned around and walked away to the other guards, who were laughing a bit by now. Isis looked at the confused slave.

"Keep the stone." she said to him and without any further notice she turned around her camel and rode under a palm tree's shadow nearby.

From the first few minutes on land, Halcin knew she would not like the Desert. It was much too hot for her--she liked the cold, for that is where she had lived all...most of her life. The only time it was not cold was when she had been on the ship, but even then it was at a temperature that she still felt comfortable. Glancing down at her Hare, she saw that it didn't like the desert either.

She also stayed as far away from the camel as she could. It was larger than her, therefore it was evil. It could not be trusted. Why was the free one actually getting on it?

Then she heard one of the traders speak to one of the other slaves, trying to take his stone. Personally, Halcin would have let him have it right then in there. It, too, was an evil thing--it was because of the stones they were slaves. Why didn't they realise that? If the trader asked for hers, she would give it to him.

She kept the amulet in her pocket however.

Saint put his Amulet back into his shirt, his head was still down.
a large bump shook him.
they reached land.
He looked up for the first time in his journey, sand, lots and lots of sand.
it reminded him of the encounter at the beach with the amulet..

She began to slash at him, trying to stab at his face, she got a few scratch's, Saint was blocking with his hands, only to have the dagger slide off the armour.
he put his knee up to her stomach and flung her off, sending her flying into the dirt a few meters afar. the rukus had caused a crowd around them.
she immidiatly got back on her feet and ran to him.
He had barley any time to draw his sword, so he dodged her, sending her into the crowd behind him. She came back from the crowd, and by then Saint had drew his sword, and thrust it forward into the womans stomach, to have it pretruding out of her spine....

he snapped out of his dream when one of the sailors was shouting at him. he got off the boat and looked around..
nothing but sand..
he looked around to see one of the sailors looking at an amulet of anothers..

Watching the ocean dissapear behind him, Blitz knew that they would be hitting land soon, and sat glancing backwards at the fading scenery. It was some weird embrace that he felt towards the ocean and him, although he had never felt any connection with the ocean, he knew that whatever was out there, would be the key to his misery. *BUMP*

A soft thud meant that they had hit land and would soon haul out into this unknown piece of earth. They soon were forcibly enforced off the small rafts and linked together with a simple, but effecient series of chains and handcuffs that would bind them all together. They quickly were setup and about to march into what seemed like a barren desert with little water, and very hot doses of heat. Although Blitz thorughly enjoyed the ocean, he was indifferent to the desert, and thought of it as another new experience.

Just as they were about to march, a guard came up to him and harrased him about his amulet, which was glowing even brighter than before, and was almost falling out of his jacket pocket. He was hesitant about his response, as he was helpless, with no allys, and more guards than he could count (as he didnt go to school for awhile, he could only count up to about 3 or 5, but new he was very old, or atleast older than he could count). THen as he was about to respond, a regal looking girl on camel, bounded in and offered her bracelet for his stone. The guard was hesitant at first, but accepted the trade for the bracelet and came to grab his amulet, but the girl stopped him.

He knew he should be thankful for this, and he was, but he did not physically show it and feigned indifference. He tucked the stone further into his jacket, and was ready to march with the rest of the people. "Maybe I could coun't on this girl..." he thought. The weird feeling in his gut still was there, everytime he stared at atleast one of the 5 he had observed before.

Magnolia watched as a guard tried to take one of the slaves' amulets, and as the free girl traded a bangle for it instead. She watched the free girl with envy, why did that precious girl get to ride on a camel? Oh, but of course, she was free. Her mind was filled with anger and hate, all that had been bottled up inside of her during the past 5 months. She felt angry, furious even, she would get free of these horrible people, and she would find her mother, and she would.....

"Ow!" she cried out, her amulet was glowing a firey red within her blanket-cloak. It seemed to glow and heat up as her mind grew angrier and angrier. But it had grown too hot, and left a dark burn in the middle of her chest. Her eyes watered with pain, and she stumbled slightly, but then she smiled. "This is perfect," she whispered, "I can use the amulet to melt the chains, then we can all be free. If only I could talk to the other slaves..."

Isis' eyes widened as she saw the stone that the slave girl threw away from herself. She would not have reacted if this would have been the first stone she saw, but the stone that the guard was so interested in had already given her strong suspicions. She looked around and saw that other slaves had small glowing items as well.

"It can't be!" she said.

"Iron of dark Amber of light
Silver of Earth, Crystal of Ice
Ruby of Fire, Wind and the unknown
Power withheld within the amethyst." she quoted and looked at the slave girl who had just thrown her on the ground.

"Girl, is that the amethyst amulet you have been carrying?" she asked.

Isis had her doubts, but what else could it be? She had heard about these mysterious amulets from a trader that had once visited the palace. He had always been the one that told her stories, but this one was certainly the story she had most interest in. And that it all was happening before her own eyes was just too much to take in.

{{wee, and the plot thickens }}

Blitz still preoccupied with the secrecy and protection of his amulet, did not notice the others anymore, even when two of them cast their luminous stones to the ground like a horrible waste. It seemed to him that the amulet was the only thing that mattered now, other than getting free of course.

Something mysterious then happened. With the brightest glow he had seen from his amulet since he had recieved it, it became white hot and was psychically or telepathically floated from deep within his concealed robes to just about hovering over his head. It still glowed and burned with a prevailing and valiant intensity, it was fierce-om. Blitz looked up from his gaze, and watched it quicly drift over to the floor, where he saw two more stones, with an aura and ambiance almost identical to his. The where beautifully colored as well, amethyst and iron, both glowing fiercely like his own.

He now knew why he had felt the connection between these five people before. They were the keepers of the amulets of Fryn. He had overheard some sages in Gafyn converse about these mythical amulets, all of brilliant color and importance. It is said they hold great power and great wisdom. He could not remember the saying or poem accurately, but remembered bits and pieces.

"Iron of .... Amber of ...
Silver of ... Crystal of ...
... of Fire, ....power of the unknown...."

He knew there were parts missing, but it boggled his mind to try to remember them, so he didn't. He knew many more slaves held the stones of Fryn, and was awaiting their summoning or awakening as he heard the sages comment. "The stones will only be awakened when ....." and that puzzled him too, because he could not remember the ending either, so he didn't.

Halcin blinked, putting her hand once more into her pocket, and pulling it out again. The amulet in side was burning, so much she couldn't stand to touch it. She reached in again, thinking that it would soon burn through her clothes. She tossed it into the sand, by the others, not knowing the others had thrown theirs away, too. When she looked at it once again she blinked in surprise.

Like the others it was with, it was glowing brightly. Halcin backed up slowly, not liking this one bit, not knowing what was going on. She glanced up at the old Gayfyn, who was still muttering.

Trys noticed it before Ryn, but not by much. The cat gave a low meow, almost a growl, staring at the brightly glowing amulets in the sand.

Ryn, alerted my the meow, stared intently at the amulets laying in the sand. She was fairly unfamiliar with the prophecy, but it crossed her mind now, crystal clear, though she had never memorized it.

"Iron of dark Amber of light
Silver of Earth, Crystal of Ice
Ruby of Fire, Wind and the unknown
Power withheld within the amethyst."

These were the strange jewels she'd seen aboard the slave ship, then.
A combination if emotions-anger,jealousy,sadness, and others she could not put a name for boiled up violently, all fighting for control. It was hard to say which won out. All these years she'd been a slave. An accident. A nobody. And now these...people had magic gems. They could escape, and live rich powerful lives if they chose. And what had they done to desrve it?
Certainly no more than she had!
A pained expression crossed her face. Even if they were to free her, what could she do? Run away and live a wonderful live in the middle of the desert? Had her mouth not been parched from the long voyage she'd have spit upon the ground in contempt.

((Ooooo, you partially used my idea of the evil glowing/burning amulets ))

Magnolia stared puzzled at the other amulets being cast into the sand. She carefully took hers off her neck and held it in front of her. She was not angry and yet it was glowing as fiercely as it had been when she was. Smiling slightly, she tossed her amulet next to the others and watched as a luminous red glow was added to the colourful glow of the other stones.

"Iron of dark, Amber of light
Silver of Earth, Crystal of Ice
Ruby of Fire, Wind and the unknown
Power withheld within the amethyst."

She heard the words as clearly as if someone had shouted it in her ear, yet she heard it deep within her mind. The chant repeated over and over, as if waiting for the final amulets to be cast in, and the spell to be complete. The words swirled around her, growing louder as she walked nearer to the amulets which were glowing with an almost blinding light by now.