1Trinity

Summary: Three girls, very different, join to defeat evil and save the world, no less themselves. But this proves not so easy...

Disclaimer: I do not own... the South? Two of my friends and I own everything, except the references to Sleeping Beauty that come later on.

A/N : I wanted to see what other people think of this...Two of my friends and I want this to be a BOOK, so it could take a while, but bear with me, as I don't have the patience or hand skills it would involve to write huge chapters. Just R&R, ok?

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It was one of those dry Southern nights you often hear about, in the year 1726. I was only eleven, but poor, a servant for yet another household I had yet to find much out about. I only knew one person: a little girl whose name was Elle. Elle was a beautiful little girl, about five, with hazel eyes and blonde hair always tied back in a ribbon. Elle was so proud of her ribbons. She had three, one grubbier than the last. She kept one the cleanest, this was her fancy bow, she told me. I knew because we shared a small room.

The humidity was rising, and I was hot in my little bed. My father left my mother and me on our own, and Mother and I had to become servants. It was only last year she died, of a fever just too high. I don't like the memory very much. She was my world. Shortly after, I was sent to a different homestead with more children so I could learn what to do and when to do it. I was being trained for a life of servant-hood, and I'm sure that those other children realized this at one point or another too. This was not my first training session, but I was taught things, and sent to another plantation. I stayed at this one a few months and was tested. About two weeks ago I was sent here.

Not of my own will.

For had it been my own will I would have stayed away from this. I would find a good family, and they would love me as their own. I would have good food, a dry shelter, and a warm bed. But most importantly I would have a family.

Family. That word has haunted me. Family, family. I would never have a real family. I might as well just keep this plantation, it is right near a city, not far at all. I had yet to see it though. I was too busy helping with the cooking and the cleaning and the daughter of the duke, whose name was Miss Melinda Corinth, Daughter of the Duke of Dartportshire. They had recently come to America, Miss Melinda still had an accent, along with the rest of the family. America was ablaze with hope for Great Britain at that time.

As I think of the previous two weeks, I can see that Elle is not in her little cot. I move up, to see if the little minx is trying to scare me. But she is not there.

I get up and call softly, so as to not wake the others, "Elle? Sweet?" I had become attached to her, and she to me. She came out of a similar situation. We were already like sisters.

I went out into the humid night and quietly called for her. I searched quite a bit for her, going over nearly all of the castle grounds before I saw her. She was standing in front of one of the cornfields, watching it, a little blue ribbon in her hair. All was still.

Wait. No, it was not. Elle was thrashing about as though something were attacking her that I could not see. Her legs were dragged to the cornfield, where they disappeared entirely. I stood in shock before running to her aid. "Elle, I'm coming, I'll help you, Elle!"

"Anna!" She cried out sobbing. I grabbed her hands tightly, but what had her was strong, and she slipped. I grabbed her hair, but in a flash, all I had was a blue hair ribbon, and a whisper mingling in the night air. "Anna. Anna."

All was still again. It was as though nothing had happened.

But something had. A chill ran up my spine as I felt her hair ribbon, and tied it around my wrist, sitting before the cornfield. What had happened? I was tense, and I began to sob. I ran back to my room, pausing to look back as I heard a wolf's howl. But like Elle's voice, it was only a whisper.

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A/ N : So what did you think? Please review, for unfortunately, I think that I must take one of my stories off, as no person reviewed. :( So right now I am a sad little writer. Please review. I'll give you a cookie? Please. -dreamer303