[Sanctuary][~][Kolath & Monster]

[Guest]

Elizabeth gasped for breath as she ran, her backpack long forgotten, on the path outside her house. Her stockings were being pulled at by briers, her skirt tearing at the hem, fraying into red and green threads. It was an ugly skirt anyways. Her blouse had come untucked, silly little tie no longer tight under her collar. Long brown hair bounced in long tendrils, frizzy from horror.

As she bounded through the woods, dry twigs crackling under her feet, her frightened grey eyes replayed images. It was... She couldn't describe it yet. She couldn't even believe it, much less process it. She could still see two blood-soaked bodies on the floor--the bodies of her parents, head researchers in a big company--who had been shot, stabbed, who-knows-what-else by a man. She hadn't seen very much of the man when she walked in the front door, late from school, expecting to be in trouble.

Of course she didn't know why her parents were dead. She knew almost nothing about their lives outside of their house. All she knew was that they were dead, and she was next. She had run away from the house, down the block, and pretty much straight into a small, dark wood, which nearly surrounded her quiet little town. Only one side was deep; the side facing the highway was very shallow. She ran in the opposite direction, for god-knows-what reason, and there they were.

Elizabeth didn't know how far behind her the killer was. She didn't know where she was going. All she knew was that she had to get away, but the fear was starting to get the best of her. She was beginning to droop, having not eaten lunch, nor had she had enough water to drink. It was the worst day the guy could have picked to try murdering her.

Her breath was thick, her brow dripping with sweat, her feet stumbling over themselves in heavy DocMartens. Her body screamed for her to give up. Her mind pushed her forward. The tears dripping down her flushed cheeks were icy cold, matching the temperature of the Nebraska winter around her. Her coat had fallen off a mile back, leaving her bare arms covered in freezing goose bumps.

And then it happened. A thick branch surprised her and she fell over, landing on her side. Her arm made a sickening cracking noise as she passed out, breath slowing in both pain and sleep. It was over.

 

[Kolath]

Fryan, high wizard of the magical protectorate, stood on the balcony overlooking the large grass covered field of meeting. To this day he could still not believe what his forefathers, as wizards, had been able to achieve. Through the combined power of the four elemental wizards they had literally pushed a section of the world out of time with the rest. Though the two worlds were in fact merely separated by just a second still it made it possible for them to occupy the same space as long as it was not the same time.

There whole reason for doing this was because in their day humans were beginning to believe stronger in science then in magic. Through this science they unknowingly began to harm the world of magic. Small things that few took notice off, a dead fairy here or a dryadâ??s sacred tree cut down to her death. Things that the humans didnâ??t even know they were doing; but the wizards knew. They set this part of the world apart from the rest merely to keep magic safe because they knew that the world could not exist without both magic and science.
Those many thousands of years ago they combined their powers making this place leaving only one of their order living, an apprentice. To him they charged the protection of this realm and all that in contained. So was the line of high wizards born, and throughout the years they had protected this place.

Fryan could feel that there was something wrong, something major changing in the near future and he wasnâ??t sure if it was for good or ill. Rubbing at his temples he breathed deeply before turning back into his tower. Something had to be done and now. Reaching inside himself he surrendered himself to the will of magic. He was suddenly whisked out the only connection between the worlds.

He found himself standing in a lush forest clearly at dusk as the sun was setting behind him. it took him just a moment to get his bearings but that was nearly too long. A lone man was rushing toward him a strange metal object in his hand. Fryan could feel knowledge flowing into him as the magic that he served explained it all too him.

Without a second thought he lifted his hand toward the man just as there was a loud explosion from the object which Fryan now knew to be a pistol. â??incendia vis subsistoâ? the bullet suddenly froze in midair then fell. Fryanâ??s eyes were burning with a flame that could be called little else then a righteous fervor, â??insontis cruor sentio vestri iuguoloâ? flames suddenly licked up around the man as he screamed in panic. As Fryan turned to pick up the girl that magic had sent him here for the killer of her parents was already gone away in ashes.