I will not stand for this! I must do something! That's it! The queen rushed the room she was pacing in and through the massive hall of the castle.

Dark clouds formed around the castle as lightning began to strike at the walls. The small baby girl left alone in her crib, cried as thunder rolled but slowly hushed herself as she began to open her eyes and see the magnificent power of the storm.

The queen ignored the flashes and the sound of exploding thunder and walked straight into what seemed like a library. "Where is it!" she asked herself as she strolled down one isle. "Here it is!" she yelled over a thunder crack. She pulled out an ancient looking book.

She stared at the ancient looking runes on it and the strange symbols. Slowly she opened the ancient book studied the ancient runes inside and began to memorize them slowly. The pictures inside she guessed symbolized power and other things.

"At last I have found Nero's book of sorcery, my husband took so long to study under him, he died with the knowledge…. But I wont sink so low as to die from biting off more than I can chew." She gave a menacing laugh and brought the book back to the room where the baby lay staring in wonder at the bright flashes of lightning with her electric blue eyes.

Slowly the queen began to sing in a strange language to the child.

The girl slowly began to glow, until she was a blinding light with blue eyes. Her eyes turned green in the middle of the queens chant, and the end, the glow dispersed leaving a crying baby girl with brown hair. She was completely different…

"Come on Claire!" the brown haired princess called to a black haired girl behind her.

"Then slow down Fern!" Claire called, her unusual gray eyes flashed in the sunlight.

Fern giggled and waited for her skinny friend.

Claire was a thin girl, yes. But her narrow, beautiful face made up for the inhuman thinness of her body... Her black haired shined so wonderfully in the moonlight, when it came nighttime. Claire loved the night, her gray eyes turned to white it seemed under the gleaming comfort of the moon.

Fern had beautiful dark brown hair, but her face wasn't as narrow and beautiful as Claire's, but it was a very fine face. Her body was averagely thin; she loved adventuring in the forests surrounding the castle, even though her mother hated it. Her horse which she rode every day, was named Bella and how Fern loved her. Fern usually wore clothing that a female archer would wear, mostly because she loved archery. She also loved to wear her deep green cape.

Even though Claire was nothing like Fern, she did love her own Black cloak, and her horse- NightShade.

"Ok, now let's go." Claire puffed when she reached Fern.

Fern smiled her warm smile and strode into the royal stables to visit her horse. "Hello Bella!" she greeted. Bella gave her a welcome snort and nudged Fern, searching for treats.

Bella was a beautiful palomino quarter horse with white socks and dark shadow like circles around her eyes and the edges of her white socks. Her muscles were lean and strong as well.

Fern smiled again and saddled Bella, then mounted to ride out into the barn isle where she met Claire, who was already on NightShade.

NightShade was black with a strange white mask marking on his head. His muscles were just as toned as Bella's.

"Great, we're all ready!" Fern exclaimed with yet another smile.

Fern ventured on Bella through the thick brush of the unexplored area of the forest. "Man these trees are gunna knock me off!" she complained, brushing away a branch.

"Stop whining! I have to deal with it too!" Claire scowled.

Fern brushed away another branch as Bella sidetracked around a holly bush, then she saw something.

A silvery figure stood in front of her. She jerked Bella to a stop, who protested with the uncomfortable jerk in her mouth.

NightShade accidently bumped into Bella's rear from the sudden stop.

"Hey what's the idea?" Claire demanded.

"Don't you see that?" Fern asked.

Claire gave her a sideways glance. "See what?"

"That! That thing right in front of me!" Fern raised her voice a little and pointed at the silvery figure.

"Umm, I don't know what you're talking about…." Claire responded, a little confused.

"It's no use. Only you can see me and hear me." The silver figure spoke. "When I speak, your friend will only hear the wind in her ears." The voice sounded again.

The figure became clearer at that. It was revealed to be a woman, about the same age as Fern, with long hair, which was put up in a large ponytail. She wore a brown dress with a black trim. But the colors of her were faded. When Fern looked closer she saw the girls hair was the color of blood and her eyes were an icy blue.

"Can we go now?" Claire asked impatiently.

"Oh uh, yes!" Fern stuttered when the silver woman disappeared.

Fern brushed her long brown hair as the sun set gently over the horizon. With the flaming candle emitting a warm light in the room, she settled in her bed.

"I bet you're wondering who I am." The voice of the silver woman rang in Fern's ears.

"Where are you? And, yes, who are you?" Fern asked.

The voice echoed in her head again, "I'm you. And you're me."

Fern's eyes went wide. "What?"