Wren stood at the window of the office, staring out at the landscape before him. A picturesque town of fairires, magicians, and other such magical creatures bustled about outside the window, unaware of the watchful eyes. Wren had no wings, unlike his namesake, and no magical powers to speak of, unlike most of the citizens of the town. 

"But you have powerful friends. You know we will do anything for you, Wren. You need only ask," a lazy female voice behind him drawled. The attractive Scarlet sidled up to the young man and stood next to him to peer out the window. Scarlet laughed prettily. "Look at them out there. Going about thier pretty little colorful lives. They have no power. They don't even realise that we are growing in their midst." 

Wren didn't know where Scarlet and the others had come from. He only knew they had been with him as long as he could remember which was four years. He couldn't remember anything before the moment when he had awoken as a short, grubby fifteen year old boy on the streets of the farie capital. They had been with him then and they were still with him. I remember now. I remember how it started. I can't remember yesterday. I just remember doing what they told me. The thoughts suddenly rang out through his head. What was that? Wren asked.

No idea. It didn't come from any of us, Riffle responded.

Scarlet shrugged. "Don't worry about it. If it's anything really important, we would know. Just forget it."

Wren likewise shrugged off the thoughts. They didn't make sense and didn't sound like anything he had created. He looked back at the window. Wren hated this world of order. He had liked most of its occupants at first, but he had soon grown tired of them. Most of the fairie world's occupants liked colors, flowers, and keeping everything exactly the same. One world looked identical to another. But he sensed that there were others out there who also hated the cheerful monotany. He had sent Mink and Sabile to tell other discontented peoples that there was another life. A life where the best succeeded and the weak failed miserably. In this manner, they had recruited many in all the known worlds. Today, several plans were being launched. 

"Sabile will be back soon. You should go back to my head, with the boys."

Scarlet's face twisted into a cute pout. "All these boys. The only other girl around is Mink, and she's not at all like a friend."

"Sorry, Scarlet, but that's the way things are."

Scarlet rolled her eyes and returned to Wren's brain, reluctantly. The outside world's more fun. 

I know. 

Wren turned away from the window. Today, his careful planning was being used. Today, he would show the world that he could fly into power.

Okay, that was really bad. I'm still not entirely clear on the whole setting of this thing, and I'm still working out names and appearances with the seven. I'm pretty much done with Scarlet, Mink, and Sabile, but I'm really having trouble with Rake and Silver. Oh well. I'll get that straightened out, okay? Also, Riffle is a really bad name. I'll change that eventually. He doesn't deserve such a stupid name. 

Okay a few character changes:

Kind: Animalian (will explain)

Name: Leslie Alexis Kay White

Power: Animal based things like: 9+ lives, different visions, can speak to all animals, can conjure all animals, can shape-shift into all animals, can teleport to animal worlds (mainly from books such as Guardians of Ga' Hoole, and so on.), has all the lives (added all together she has a .0000000000000000000000001% chance of dying), powers, and worlds of any animal character, fiction or real, ever. Their spirits all pretty much live inside her or physically as her companions. Also controls time.

PS. She stores her energy in the acorn locket and her powers in the heart one. without them she will die.

~ Leslie (a.k.a Kay)

Leslie rode through the crowded streets with an Owl on each shoulder, a Polar Bear underneath, a Mouse in her coat pocket, a Dragon flying above, and a European Sphinx (half wolf half cheetah) strolling alongside her. It was her first visit to the faerie realm and she hated it. She growled under her breath, giving her companions the signal. She ruffled her hair causing a loud enough zap for her dragon to hear and jumped. The polar bear darted from beneath her and she landed. Her animals spread out as the dragon swooped down. The smell of smoke overwhelmed her nose so she turned into a phoenix and joined her animals in making people scream. She perched on an office building 5 minutes later and watched the city burn as her companions joined her. Leslie smiled and turned around to greet the mouse she heard. The mouse circled her feet once and then stopped in front of her. It began to grow into a human.

"I have the girl, but first I want the money. As soon as It's in my hand you can have her."

Leslie looked around.

"I know you hid her behind that vent. I can see her head. So how about instead of giving you money I give you the experience of dying."

She grabbed his neck, snapped it, and through him off the building. She ran over to the girl, unconscious be hind the vent, and pulled her over to the polar bear. She looked at the owl.

"Should I kill her?"

~If you do not you will be hunted by the order, but if you do you will never have a chance of freedom. I would not kill her. Unlike the man she is innocent. Do not stoop to the level of evil they have. You can help the world and survive. Do not go over to their power.~

"Have I ever killed someone innocent?"

~No. Kallik and I always put protection spells on every home. We have warned everyone on the streets and have done counts just to make sure. You have honestly never done anything of evil, but if you kill this girl... well then you will BE evil.~

The girl stirred and Leslie decided not to kill her. She shot her with another sleeping dart and pulled her on to the dragon.

"Kallik, can you and Xarram run below while I fly with the girl."

The polar bear and the European Sphinx nodded. Leslie climbed up onto her dragon and flew off praying she will be able have been able to fly for at least an hour before the order hears of her betrayal.

Sorry, but this is my first time writing a post from third person. Also the girl is Alyss-Mae and she was supposed to be brought to the order because me, Alyss-Mae, Holly, and Alcea are the only ones (on the good side) that can defeat them.

Janus sits in the tree and sighs. This is so terribly boring, she thinks. This is the boring part, though. At first there's the excitement of planning a spectacular plot. Then comes the thrill of execution. Then you wait.

And wait.

And wait.

She slides out of the tree, leisurely shifting from the guise she had adopted into the compact one of a sparrow. She barely bats an eyelash as bones twist with a sickening crunch, pressing and reshaping into the bird's form. The face she had adopted, that of a random local, disappears under the colonies of budding feathers.

Janus smiles, reveling in the tiny points of pain that dance over her. She opens her beak and trills, "Oh, this will be fun."

"This" happens to be a dragon. "Not really the best choice for a stealth maneuver," she notes with disdain. "Really. Am I to be dealing with amateurs?"

She flies closer and shifts into a larger bird, a hawk this time. She smiles imperiously at the rider. "Hello."

Stronbinof sat back and threw a pencil up in the air. He leaned out and caught it in his mouth. 

"Stronbinof?" called a voice from another room. Stronbinof groaned and heaved himself out of the soft arm chair and walked across the chandlier lit room. He opened the door. 

"What is it?" he asked the young elf who was unfortunate enough to be the mail deliverer of the particular letter adressed to Strobinof.

"Letter fer you, sir," the smaller of the two piped up, and reached into a satchel, pulling out a smooth, crisp paper envolope. "It's from Stobin. You know 'em?"

"Stobin?!" growled Strobinof, flicking away the letter extended to him. "Stobin?!"

"Somethin' wrong, sir?" the young elf, oblivious, couldn't help but coward.

"I want nothing to do with my no-good, sword weilding brother! If you treasure anything in life," Strobinof glowered, "then you'll leave, and burn that letter."

The elf hesitated.

"NOW!!!" screeched Strobinof, and the young mail carrier took off, hoping Strobinof wouldn't come after him.

Strobinof watched the boy go, and closed his door, locking the latch with a sigh. As soon as he had sent the letter off, he regretted it. Maybe Stobin would have something to say about Trillion.

You're daydreaming now, Strobinof,  he told himself. Just forget about it. Thinking about Trillion wouldn't bring anything good. She didn't want to join him anyways. She didn't want to rebel. 

A sudden chill washed over Strobinof. He glance up at the picture of a forest full of dead trees that stood above his bed. For a second, Strobinof swore he saw the trees burning, but a soon as the fire was plain in his eyes, it disappeared.

Strobinof found himself on the floor, panting. Get a hold of yourself! he thought. You're not a kid anymore, it was just a glint of the light. The kid part was not exactly true. Still only six years old, Strobinof was still just a kid. (Right now I am having elves mature twice as fast as humans)

Maybe I should go to sleep, he thought.

That night he drempt of fire. Capture within it was Stobin, Trillion, the mail delivery boy, and himself. Everytime it ended with Stobin cutting off a fox's head, and the dream would fade into darkness, before repeating itself.

There wasn't anything Strobinof could do to change the consistant duration of events. 

I'm just going to do one post to set up the character before I plunge myself into the plot.

Alcea~

Dad's making pancakes downstairs.  I can smell bacon along with it.  Good, he's not a vegetarian today.  I can't stand vegetarian days.  I longer in bed for a little bit, them get up.  Glancing in the mirror, I pull my brown hair in a messy bun and pull on some sweats before going downstairs.

"Hey, Dad!" I call out.  He waves.  Today, he's a normal middle aged guy.  Blond wavy hair with a bit of a belly.  "What's his name?" I ask.  

"Barry."  I nod.  My dad's a shifter like me, only he likes to give each of his forms a different personality and name.  He says it helps him 'get into character'.  I'm not that eccentric.  I typically stay in my own form, and don't change my inside whenever I change my outside.  To the outside world, I only have my one normal form.  My dad looks a little handsomer than his normal form to the outside world, but that's one of the benefits of being a shifter.

He tosses me a plate of bacon and pancakes.  I manipulate the water vapor in the air into a cloud, then set it down softly on the table.  "Wow, you're getting better at that," he remarked.  

"Mom's been giving me lessons," I said. "By the way, where is she?"

"Where do you think she is?"  

"Shower?"  I asked.  Dad nodded.  Of course.  My mom's a naiad. That's a type of water spirit.  She takes an hour long shower every morning because it energizes her.  It saves us money on food, but we waste a lot of money on the water bill.  

Five seconds later, Mom comes walking down the stairs, dripping wet.  Her hair's blue right now, but it will turn blonde later.  As she wraps the blue hair in a towel, I zap the floor behind her.  It evaporates into the air.

"Thanks, honey," she remarks absentmindedly, trying to gauge how much water she can make materialize in her glass without it overflowing.  

Sufdenly, there's a knock at the door.  I open it up to a group of men with badges saying Supernatural Beng Police.  "Starfish" I curse as I slam the door in their faces.  

Okay, I am hopelessly lost, but I'm going to have a go at this anyway.

Fairy worlds. All mostly the same. You think someone would have the creativity to create a different kind of world. All are either rustic magical lands filled with unicorns and whatnot or bustling magi-technology places, Wren mused. 

Creativity is a rare gift. Everything has already been done before in some form or another, Riffles reprimanded. (Okay, I know Riffles is a stupid name, but I think he's going to be stuck with it. It's a very pompus name for a very pompous person. You're just have going to have to put up with everyone laughing at you, Riffles.)

Geez, we've really gone far in four years. Has it only been four years? Scarlet asked.

Yeah. I know. I love the way this is going to turn out. Chaos, with magic not pinned down to any one being. A place where everyone can be equal at the start. It's your own talent that brings you to the top, not what you were born with. Wren smiled at the thought.  

He was relaxing on the couch in the office. The building rented offices out to young entrepaneurs. Wren had pretended that he was an editor, and he did edit fairy books in his free time to keep up the charade. However, he led a group of magical beings across all the known worlds. The beings were united by a common goal- a world of chaos and power for the strong. Wren had found them all with the help of Mink and Sabile, who could easily find creatures with malevolent intent. The two then met with the being they had discovered and convinced the magical person that this common goal was a beautiful one. Wren had connections with literally thousands of people who all had enormous magical power. Wren couldn't so much as lift a pebble with magic, but the seven had all kinds of powers and they were loyal to him for some reason. 

It's not like you're charismatic or powerful. You're a wimpy, spineless young man who edits children's novels. Yet we're forced to serve you. We're bound to you mentally. It's not pleasant being inside your dull little head, Silver reminded. 

I'm sure it's not. Don't you have work to do? Something to oversee? Wren snapped back.

Silver didn't answer but instead sprang out of Wren's head. Wren marveled that he never felt any pain when someone exited or entered his head. As Silver left the office, his ridculously long brown hair swinging behind him, Wren left the couch and moved back to the window.

Rake remarked, Someone needs to tell Silver he looks like a girl with that hair.

Agreed, Wren said with a hint of amusement.

No, it's funnier this way. I like laughing at him. Anyway, isn't Mink supposed to back by now? Scarlet asked.

She's late. I hope she didn't get into any trouble, Riffles remarked.

Mink can take care of herself. Stop worrying already. Rake yawned. 

Wren smiled to himself. I'm the luckiest man alive. I have people I can actually trust, people I can be friends with. That's something that is never going to change. 

I'm not really sure where I'm going with this... I'm listening to Chrono Trigger music right now. It's amazing. You should all look it up. It's video game music but it doesn't sound like it and it is awesome for listening to. I want to make Zeal Palace Wren's theme song.