A small ray of light penetrated the airy room, illuminating the dull glow of deep, blood red hair of the woman at the small table. Her face was hidden, and her pale hands were clutching a rather large teacup. The room was cozy, with a small bed on one side, a plant, multiple pictures. The woman appeared to take no notice to her room. The cup was filled almost to the brim, and the surface was shimmering, showing that the woman's hands were shaking. Noises could be heard from below, and a light came from the stair case at the side, by she took no notice. A loud crash sounded through her room, and she didn't even wince.

Her head rose slowly, unnaturally neon green eyes peered toward the window, where the noise had came from. Standing, her hair falling to the middle of her back, she stepped to her window unsteadily and unlatched it. A large, pale green letter fluttered the ground, gold embroidery outlining the shape of a gem on the front. The silent woman picked up the letter, and pulled a small blade from the folds in her grey, loose fitting dress, slitting open the letter, cutting her index finger rather deeply. Allowing her finger to bleed, she paid no mind and returning the blade to it's spot, unfolded the letter. It read as such:

Dearest Ophilia,

I would never dream of asking you for assistance before now but if you don't come I fear the worst. Please, just come as quickly as possible, you know where I am.

Hurry, Florina

Tears spotted the paper, blurring the ink, and the writing was messy, as if the person's hands were unsteady. Ophilia pressed her lips to the letter, and whispered, "I'm coming for you," She stood like this for a moment before setting it down on the table gingerly. A rustling noise came from a corner, the plant turning towards her, it's green skin covered in thorns, the great pink flower upon it's top raising slightly to reveal a child like face. Ophilia nodded to it, and took a small blue pitcher from the table, and stepped towards it, watering it steadily. It rustled more, and a drop of her blood fell onto the petal. It froze and looked up at her. She simply stroked the drop away, mumbling an incoherent sorry.

"I'm going out, and I may not be back for several days. Take care, my friend," she told it, stroking the petal, before straightening up, and stretching. She took off the dress, revealing a olive toned, thin, but fit body. She replaced the plain dress with close fitting, black pants and a equally tight long sleeved shirt. Pulling a battered brush through her curled, tangled hair, she gazed in the mirror,her bright, eyes looking back. A red garnet, intertwined with a silver dragon rested on her bosom, glinting slightly with each move she made. With a almost pained sigh, she descended the only stair case at one side of the room sucking at the wound, to stop the bleeding.

Not even half way down the steps, a boy ran into her, his purple mess of hair bobbing with excitement.

"Take me with you! I've got some wicked spells I wanna try out!" he exclaimed. The woman appeared shocked, and stared at the boy with wide eyes, before simply patting his head, and picking up a large muffin from on the table. The room was warm, the oven on, filling the room with the sweet scent of baking.

"So master, you got a problem with kids, or what?" he asked in a disgusted tone, causing a shadow of a smile to cross Ophilia's face briefly. Another child, female, with longer, but with the same shade of purple hair sat at the table and looked up at the quiet woman. Her eyebrows furrowed, noting that something was not quite right.

"What's going on, master? Nightmares again?" she asked, her pretty face worried.

"I've been summoned. I will be out for a while, it looks like," she answered, ignoring the question.

"Why not take me with you? I know I'll be more useful then Bud!" she said, glancing at her brother.

"Not this time Lisa, I was called for personally,"

"I'll stay and watch the fort," she said, disappointed, but not protesting. Ophilia, sighed, and reached over to kiss her head, then left the muffin, untouched, on the kitchen table. Stepping out the front door, the sun fell onto her directly, illuminating the red of her hair brilliantly. She put up a hand to protect her pale eyes, and took a path right of the tree house she lived in. Trees overlapped the path, casting green shadows that played across her body. The building she approached was of stone, and appeared very old. Moss had grown in between the blocks, and the door appeared as if it were to fall off.

She, however, entered it without hesitation and when she exited it, her entire body was clad in black body armor. It seemed to be new, shining as her hair did. The armor was light, and her black clothing could be seen in some places. In her right hand, she grasped a ornate black spear, the metal curling about it's self, opening up into a long blade. Ophilia took the weapon with her as she took a separate path. The trees thinned out, opening into a grassy plain, before a small stable.

A teal dragon, easily her height if standing, lay resting in the grass, soaking up the sun. As she approached, a milky eye opened, and he raised his head, his iridescent scales shimmering. She clicked her tongue, and the creature stood stretched his magnificent wings, revealing a tear or two, and flexed his black claws, before answering her called with a small click himself. Ophilia walked to him, and stroked his head tenderly. He closed his eyes at her touch, enjoying it, and allowed himself to be brought out of the meadow.

"We have been summoned, my dearest Xaviar," she told him, and stroked a wing, before swinging herself onto his back and setting off.