• *Dagger* I stormed into the house with intense speed. I was very upset with myself, I had let one of them get in my head. Those damned witches! They hunted us still? Didn't we sign off with peace? I was there, damnit! This shouldn't be happening! My cold black eyes shifted quickly to my fellow brother, Lucian who was "resting" on the couch. I walked over towards him quickly and flipped the couch over with no effort. "We need to leave. Now." I growled, storming up the stairs. "W-wait, what?! Yo, Dagger, what happened?!" He came after me, but I created a shield so that he could not follow me. The door opened in front of me as Sashi came through, closing the door quickly behind her. "What's got you all in a fuss?" She hissed at me. I bared my fangs, and she flinched looking away. "We need to leave this town, now."
    "What are you-"
    "Don't ask me stupid question, Sash!" I shouted, gathering things together. What point was it? We aren't going to need anything. We were scavengers now, thanks to those no good witches. I hated them!

    "Let me in, Dagger." Sashi asked, taking slow strides towards me. My angry eyes flickered to her movements, then she stopped, feeling my anger rise. "Alright, but we can't understand unless you tell us what happened."
    "Hey! Can you let me up there, please?!" Lucian shouted from downstairs, still bounded by my shield. I lowered it with my mind and quickly Lucian was up next to Sashi. "Dude, don't just do that to us. We are suppose to be a unit, remember?"
    "If we stay here, we will die. Okay?!" I yelled, pacing back and forth. That stupid witch, got into my mind. No one can get into my mind. Who the hell is she?!
    "We can't go anywhere, Dagger! You know that. They'll kill us if any of the others out there find out we are on their land."
    "This is our domain, why do we have to leave, Dagger?"
    "Dagger? What happened?"
    "Dagger, tell us."
    Stop asking me. Stop pestering me. I will tell you when I feel like it. Right now...I need to get that witch out of my head, before she finds out where I live and comes to kill me.

    *Rosalie* I gazed up at the beautiful house. Butterflies fluttered in my stomach, causing me to feel a bit nauseated and overwhelmed. The memory repeated in my head...

    "Who are you, grandma?" I snapped at the old lady, stumbling over to my couch and crashing down. My head was spinning from all the alcohol. "My child, As I said before, my name is Bethnea Score. I am here to ask you to come live with me."
    "Listen, if one of your grand kids died, don't bother adopting me. I get ditched everywhere I go."
    "Have you ever wondered why?" Bethnea asked me. I gave her a dull stare. "Are you seriously asking me that?" I laughed bitterly. "How the hell did you get in my house, again?"
    "I just popped right in." She smiled at me. I smacked my forehead with my hand. "Lady, breaking and entering is against the law. Which home do you belong to?" I opened my eyes as I felt someone sit next to me. My reflexes caused me to jump off the couch and onto the ground as Bethnea was sitting right next to me. "Wait-how the hell did you get there so fast?!" Was I really that drunk?
    "Like I said. I popped right in. Like this." She blinked, and she was standing next to me. I blinked multiple times, not really sure to believe what I was seeing. "I need to lay off the drinks."

    I approached the door and rang the bell. Looking around I saw the beautiful city lights behind me. They lived so far away from town, I wonder why? Could it be because of what she told me I was? I still couldn't believe it. But if I didn't, then why did I come here? To feel wanted?
    "Hello?" A light blue eyed girl greeted me. I snapped my attention towards her, forcing a smile. I wasn't the friendliest of people. "Is Bethnea here? Do I have the right-"
    "Grandma! She's here." The girl shouted behind herself, then grinned at me. "Welcome to the family, Rosalie Rose..." She then looked at me funny, giggling. "That's pretty funny. Your name is Rosalie, and your last name is-"
    "Yeah, I got teased in school about that. I don't like talking about it. Can I come in please?" I rubbed my arms. "It's kind of cold."
    "Oh. Yeah." She moved to the side, allowing me in. Instantly I felt a warm fuzzy feeling in my heart for some reason. I looked over to my side to where the girl was. Was her energy projecting towards me? "Are you...you know..."
    "Witch? Yeah. Tunge Clan." She seemed very proud. I had no idea who they were, but I guess they must have been a big deal or something, since she held her head high when she spoke of them.

    "We specialize in White Magic. Healing, protection, reflection. You'll find out all about it when you get settled." She seemed very friendly, almost to friendly. "Grandma will come see you in a minute, go into the dining room. The other girls are already in bed, we have a big test tomorrow!"
    She was annoyingly chipper. I had a feeling she wanted to be best friends...joy.
    "Thanks..." I steered my way to the dining room. I knew it was this way, how? I was never here before. There were many windows in the dining room. I didn't know where to sit, so I just picked the chair at the end, the one that wasn't all high and royal looking. As I looked around, I heard someone clear their throat. I looked ahead of myself, and there was Bethnea. Should I be use to her popping in stuff by now? I smiled, or at least tried. "Hi..."
    "I knew you would come."
    "Yeah, well...I was ganna get kicked out of that place soon anyway."
    "It was fate that brought you here." She grinned. I raised a brow. "No, it was your creeping-me-out-ness that brought me here." Bethnea laughed a little. I think she liked my sense of humor. "Tomorrow, the girls have written tests to take, so you can just settle down for now. I have taken the liberty of decorating your room and buying you new clothes."
    "Listen lady, thanks and all, but I can-"
    "I am sure it is to your liking. Goodnight, Rosalie." I blinked confused, then I was standing, in front of a door. I looked around, still confused. "How did I get..." Should I really be asking myself these questions?

    I entered the room with my eyes closed. I was expecting some girly girls room, but to my surprise it was to my liking. I had a bed, dresser, computer desk, even an art station. How did she know I liked art? "All I need is a bar and I'm set." I then thought to myself. Why not with a new place, a new life? All my life I have been known as the trouble making drop out. Maybe now...that I had a family...No. Why am I saying that? These people aren't my family. No way. . .
    I looked at myself in the mirror, then closed my eyes. "Calling, calling now, for the place of knowing...there's more than what can be linked..."