Lady-Annie

Amethyst is a Gem. Gems are not much more than mages, but without wings and immortality. She is prior to the survival of many by staying hidden. With not much more but hateful judgment, Sapphire, mothering Gem of the group of six, keeps Amethyst hidden and safe. Amethyst's trait is the aura signal. By using more of the power in her psyche, she can create an active play field that balances and deciphers information inside her psyche to the last particle of life. In other words, by using her brainpower, she can create artificial guardians. These guardians can range from any race on Kyass. But, the catch is never pleasant. They never last long,

As Sax looked down at her feet, she realized he was glaring at her. This boy, she thought, is irritatingly trustworthy, yet frightening. She sighed, then looking at the pendant retrieved from the well as it dangled in mere enlightenment as awe overcame her. She put it back in her bag and stood up. She looked over at him, a smile arousing her as he scowled deeper. He hates me, she thought, then looking ahead as the land looked almost promising. "Faro," she said, looking at him with a solid smile. "Yes, girl who can't hold herself in one piece?" he said rudely. "Shall we move?" she suggested as he stood up, walking over in anger as he gripped h

Sax sat up, looking all around at her surroundings and sighed. She wasn't far from home and she knew it was a long journey. She pulled herself up to her feet, her long and skinny figure making her seem like she was on stilts. She paced in place as the boy grimaced at her. "Antsy wench," he muttered as she looked over at him with a scowl. They were on the road that the merchant came on. It was about time the merchant usually made his rounds. "Sax!" the merchant said in surprise that she was even out of her home. He was plump and round, his smile kind and his mustache curling on his cheeks. "Hello, sir," she said, tipping over in an odd bowin

Life as and elf is hardly fun, at least, if you're Sax. Sax lives all alone in the hills of the still unknown Elven Islands. She lives alone not because she is deranged, nor is she out-casted. She was abandoned. Living with her mother until three, Sax was one of strength. Strength not by physical, but heart and mind. She was intelligent, and of a higher rank of life than most. She was the only one who could talk to spirits that roamed. When her mother discovered this skill, fear overcame her and she left. Unlike most spirits that talked to the river-eyes of Kyassian society, she could talk to every soul that she came across. Sax was sleeping