kk I'll finish with what I've already written and then we can make a plot line so it doesn't go on forever. ;D

I was thinking about the plot, and maybe the MCs could find some sort of magical artifacts or something (the thing you mentioned in your first bit of the story and the thing that stopped Fiona from falling) and someone is trying to steal them and use them for evil purposes... I really don't know. If we do something like that, then the necklace would probably be one of them. Please let me know if you have any more ideas!

Hm... It seems the rest  of my story comment didn't post. I shall post it again!

Yes, I like the idea of a bunch of objects.

//Marc Sillin//

If I didn't know any better, I'd think that it gave off it's own light. I take it out of my pocket and hold it up to the moon.

"Come!" I shout to the fountain, "Bring me Callen Sillin!" And I toss the object into the topmost basin. It lands perfectly, giving the entire fountain an un-earthly glow.

The mist around the fountain suddenly starts collecting in one area, forming the ghostly figure of a human. It soon appears like a small girl, about 7, or 8. The object suddenly starts to rise out of the fountain, cushioned by mist lifting it like hands. It floats towards the ghostly girl, sinking inside her and coming to rest where her heart would be if she was not just an apparition. Color soon came into her face and hair, traveling like a ripple in a still pond, soon I am looking at a real, very alive girl.

And as she comes alive, she grows, until she could pass off as 16 or 17. She's wearing a soft blue dress, the same color the mist had been, that was long-sleeved and comes down to her shins. She had black rain boots and round wire-rimmed glasses like me.

She floats down and is laid gently upon the ground by the mist, and then, everything dissolves and returns to normal. The girl’s eyes fly open. She’s on her feet and in my face in an instant. Startled, I jump back about 4 feet then straighten my glasses shakily. Her face breaks into a grin.

“Heya, bro. How’re ya doin?” she says in a jaunty voice.

“Better now that my sisters back from the ‘dead’ ” I reply coolly.

Suddenly I hear a commotion around the corner. Shoes scraping against shingles. Cackling, then shouting and talking. Then, the shuffling of feet on a roof stops. A girl screams.

I look at Callen, “Go back to our house, it’s the same one. Mums asleep so be sure not to wake her up. Go to the cellar, and stay there until I come get you.”

She nods and takes off running into the city. I wait until she can’t see me then run towards the scream that has now stopped. It doesn’t take long to reach the place. I don’t recognize the woman, but I do recognize the girl. My stomach does a flip. Fiona Talmadge is hanging in mid-air by a necklace, with a glowing stone attached to it’s chain. She looks at me desperately; her grip on the necklace seems to be slipping. I hold my hand up to the woman, as if asking for a high-five. I mutter something under my breath and she collapses.

I run up to Fiona, “Take my hand!” I yell, “If we both are hanging on it, we’ll weigh it down. As soon as it touches the ground, it’ll stop rising!”

She nods and takes my hand. The necklace lowers immediately so my feet are once again on the ground. I jump up and we shoot back up again. Fiona gives a little scream, but I catch the stone in my free hand, and we are able to force it down. Our feet touch the ground.

“Okay, I’ll count to three, and then we’ll push it down as hard as we can,” I say, “One, two, three, go!”

We both pushed the little stone down, and as soon as it hit the ground, it stopped rising. But the woman also started stirring. We took one look at each other, and then we both ran in opposite directions.

Wow, that was really great! I love how you connected both parts of the story.

//Jonathan Fallo//
“Sarah, are you all right?”
“I’m fine, Johnny. Really, you don’t have to worry about me.” The little girl speaks bravely, but her face is pale, and she is shivering despite the heap of blankets piled on top of her small form.
“Drink some more soup,” I say, handing her the clay bowl. “I need to go get you some medicine, and it’s not far to Mary’s house. I’ll be back soon.” I give her a quick kiss on the forehead, and walk out the door.
The sun beats down on me as I hurry through the town, bouncing off roofs and throwing watery-looking heat waves against the sky. I quicken my pace, hands thrust into the pockets of my course tunic. As I walk, I worry about poor Sarah, sick with fever and no one to take care of her. I wish I could stay home with my little sister, but she needs the medicine. Where is that healer’s house?
Soon, I approach the river and sigh with relief. Just a short stretch down the riverbank will take me to Mary’s house, and the medicine I need to help Sarah get better. As I walk down the worn dirt trail beside the river, sunlight filtering through the trees that line it, I start to relax. It will only take a few more minutes to reach the house from here. The river rushes past me in a stream of blue, tumbling over stones and splashing up onto the bank. All of a sudden, a sparkle in the water attracts my attention. At first it just looks like a silver fish, but when it doesn’t move, I realize that it’s a small stone caught in the mud.
“Now what could that be?” I mumble, crouching down and sticking my hand into the water. It’s cold, but not freezing. Working my way down through the rocks, my fingers find the sticky mud and try to get a grip on the silver stone. It resists for a moment, but soon comes free. I bring it out of the river.
The stone is dripping with muck, but it glimmers brightly nonetheless. The sunlight seems to slide off the smooth surface like water. Wiping off some of the mud with my shirtsleeve, I see that the stone is a pearly gray with bluish-white bands wrapping around it. It’s just the right size for a pendant. Turning it over, I notice a small hole drilled into the top, probably for a chain. I wonder who it used to belong to.
Suddenly, the raucous caw of a crow startles me out of my thoughts. I quickly shove the stone into my pocket and start off running along the riverbank, towards Mary’s house. Sarah needs me.

Sorry about the double post, but I needed to break it up.

//Jonathan Fallo//

Twenty minutes later, I arrive panting at the front door to our house. As I rifle through my pockets for the key, my fingers brush the mysterious stone from the river. It feels warm to the touch. When I find the key, I turn it in the keyhole and push the door open, bursting into the house. Sarah is shivering on the couch and barely turns her head as I come in.
“Sarah, how do you feel?” I ask.
“My head hurts…” Sarah groans, turning over. I take out the pills that Mary gave me and tell Sarah to open her mouth. She complies.
“This might taste a little weird,” I say, pushing the pill into her mouth. “But you have to take it if you want to get better.” For a moment Sarah doesn’t say anything, but then her mouth contorts into a grimace.
“Blech!” she says. “I don’t want it!”
“Sarah! You have to take it.” She starts to protest, but is silenced by a warning look from me.
“That was icky.”
“I’m sorry. Here, I have a present for you.” Reaching my hand once again into my pocket, I pull out the gray stone and give it to Sarah.
“It’s pretty!” she says, smiling despite the fever. “It looks like…”
Sarah trails off, eyes wide as the stone in her hands starts to glow. It becomes brighter and brighter, until I can barely look at it for the light. It gives off one last flare, and suddenly stops.
“What happened? Sarah, are you all right?”
“Jonathan...” she says, still staring at the pearly stone, “I don’t feel sick anymore.”

Just wanted to let you know, I'm going to be in New York for a few weeks so I probably won't post as often. I do have computer access, but I'll be pretty busy. I'll try to write some, though! Keep posting!

Please thread, go to the top! Don't die! *pokepoke* TOPTOPTOPTOPTOP!! Tippity tippy top top! *pokey pokey poke*

I just got back from North Carolina... and the thread is dying!! Oh no! Quick, post something, I'm not done with the next part of the story yet!

MAN! this summer's been busy!

//Marc Sillin//

If I didn't know any better, I'd think that it gave off it's own light. I take it out of my pocket and hold it up to the moon.

"Come!" I shout to the fountain, "Bring me Callen Sillin!" And I toss the object into the topmost basin. It lands perfectly, giving the entire fountain an un-earthly glow.

The mist around the fountain suddenly starts collecting in one area, forming the ghostly figure of a human. It soon appears to be a small girl, about 7, or 8. The object suddenly starts to rise out of the fountain, cushioned by mist lifting it like hands. It floats towards the figure, sinking inside her and coming to rest where her heart would be if she was not just an apparition. Color soon came into her face and hair, traveling like a ripple in a still pond, soon I am looking at a real, very alive girl.

And as she comes alive, she grows, until she could pass off as 16 or 17. She's wearing a soft blue dress, the same color the mist had been, that was long-sleeved and comes down to her shins. She had black rain boots and round wire-rimmed glasses like me.

She floats down and is laid gently upon the ground by the mist, and then, everything dissolves and returns to normal. The girl’s eyes fly open. She’s on her feet and in my face in an instant. Startled, I jump back about 4 feet then straighten my glasses shakily. Her face breaks into a grin.

“Heya, bro. How’re ya doin?” she says in a jaunty voice.

“Better now that my sisters back from the ‘dead’” I reply coolly.

Suddenly I hear a commotion around the corner. Shoes scraping against shingles. Cackling, then shouting and talking. Then, the shuffling of feet on a roof stops. A girl screams.

I look at Callen, “Go back to our house, it’s the same one. Mums asleep so be sure not to wake her up. Go to the cellar, and stay there until I come get you.”

She nods and takes off running into the city. I wait until she can’t see me then run towards the scream that has now stopped. It doesn’t take long to reach the place. I don’t recognize the woman, but I do recognize the girl. My stomach does a flip. Fiona Talmadge is hanging in mid-air by a necklace, with a glowing stone attached to it’s chain. She looks at me desperately; her grip on the necklace seems to be slipping. I hold my hand up to the woman, as if asking for a high-five.

I mutter something under my breath and she collapses. I run up to Fiona, “Take my hand!” I yell, “If we both are hanging on it, we’ll weigh it down. As soon as it touches the ground, it’ll stop rising!”

She nods and takes my hand. The necklace lowers immediately so my feet are once again on the ground. I jump up and we shoot back up again. Fiona gives a little scream, but I catch the stone in my free hand, and we are able to force it down. Our feet touch the ground.

“Okay, I’ll count to three, and then we’ll push it down as hard as we can,” I say, “One, two, three, go!”

We both push the little stone down, and as soon as it hits the ground, it stops rising. But the woman also starts stirring. We take one look at each other, and then we both run in opposite directions.

...so busy that I didn't even remember I already posted that and you posted back!

O_o

//Callen Sillin//

I run panting down a long dark sidestreet. My breath catches as I trip on somthing small and shimmery. My hands fall to the ground, sharp bits of sand wedging there way into my palms and fingertips. I stay there- on my hands and knees for a moment, breathing heavily. I roll over and prop myself up with my hands, my legs streaching out back down the alley. The stone is light blue with silver swirls on it. It catches the light well for such a dark night.

I reach out to the little stone and totch it. Cool at first, I pick it up and realize it's really warm. Like when you first put your hand in water and it feels cold, but it warms up as you keep it in longer. I toss it a few feet up into the air and it fell back into my hand perfectly.

"Huh," I marvel.

A shreek comes from the end of the alley and my head jerks up. I scramble to my feet and take off running again. A few minutes later I arrive at my old house. I twist the door knob slowly and crack the door open a bit. I stick my head in to see if mom is in the room. She isn't so that means she's in the one bedroom. I creep in and shut the door behind me. I look around the room that I once knew so well.

There's a pile of dirty blankets on the couch, I assume that's where Marc sleeps, and a bucket of soapy water in the back with dirty dishes piled in it. There's a steady glow coming from one blackened log in the fire place that hasn't quite been reduced to ashes. I use this light to make my way to the side of the house.

I feel along the wall for the loose stone. I find it and push down, hard. A door on the opposite wall swings open and I rush twards it. There are stairs in it, going up. I squint up to the top and see a neat stack of not-as-dirty-as-Marcs blankets at the top. Presumably for me to sleep in. I roll my eyes at Marcs stupidity and close the door after me.

I climb up quickely and step over the blankets. If he really thinks I'm going to use these after living like royalty for 10 years he's kidding himself. I move into the middle of the room, illuminated by the moonlight from the single window on the back wall. I close my eyes and raise my hands. When I open them there's a cot with clean white sheets in the middle of the room. I smile chuckling. Professor Serma knows I hate cots. But I can't let Marc know about the Professor yet. I can't let anybody know... yet.

Geez I've been so crazy busy it's insane. 0___o Your turn to write! 's okay if it takes a few months though XD.

I'm kind of confused... what happened to Callen? I know Marc brought her back from the dead, but I need to know who Professor Serma is and why Callen was "living like royalty". Sorry I haven't been posting, I've been really busy and I have pretty much no idea what should happen next. o_o Maybe we should work out a plotline soon!

P.S. Spammy says "rroc". A roc? Maybe he's trying to give us ideas. :)