Hello everyone!

This is the first chapter in Mane of Fire and I will be expecting 2 reviews before I put up chapter 2. Please tell me what you think of it! TAKE NOTE: Before you read this fic you MUST read all the chapters posted at this time for Rivendale College by Smurfgals. If you do not then you will be attacked by chickens! No, if you do not then you will not fully understand this fic. This fic is based on Rivendale College and the authors of Rivendale College, Smurfgals (Fi and Elli), have given me full permission to use their ideas. Also, if you have now read Rivendale College, the students at Rivendale College in this story are basically the children of the students in Rivendale College, Smurfgals version. That was very hard, confusing and frustrating to write so all who read this are VERY PRIVLEGED! By the way, please excuse the mental notes in the chapter. OK, here it is:

"NARIA!" a scared voice screamed. The water pulled the girl in deeper and deeper, filling her lungs with the river water. Through blurred eyes she saw a body dive into the water, black shoulder length hair covering his face in darkness. A necklace, with some sort of coat-of-arms dangling off the end, floated out from under his shirt. The symbol consisted of a crown, two swords crossing and a castle. His strong hands reached out for the tiny child, but it was too late, she washed further down the river. Her head popped up and fought for one last breath. A beautiful woman with a mane of flowing red hair ran along the river bank, struggling to keep up with the drowning girl. She wore a black, spiked choker, black combat boots, and a plain white singlet with a frilly, white ¾ length skirt. The woman tripped on a rock that was poking viciously out of the earth, causing her to fall flat on her face. She rose to her knees, her once white outfit now a muddy brown. "NARIA" she screamed once more, tears flowing down her mud and mascara streaked face. The girl struggled to reach the woman, but the current was too strong. The girl was again engulfed in water, as her surroundings slowly became pitch black.

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Naria sat bolt upright in her bed, her boxers and violet bra were glued to her body with sweat. She swung her legs off her bed and let her feet touch the floor. This dream had occurred on the same night every year since she was washed up on the shores of Rivendale, being immediately adopted by Elena and Fidea, an elvish couple. This dream was a memory of a life before Rivendale, of her real family. Naria listened to the night, it was her first night at Rivendale College, and all was silent. Naria listened for her room mate Ibiza's light and steady breathing... where was her room mate's light and steady breathing?!? Naria went into panic mode, thinking Ibiza might have carked it in the night ('I knew there was something dodgy in the water!' Naria thought thoughtfully to herself). She was about to bound over to Ibiza to check that she was still alive when a long, loud painful fart came from Ibiza's direction, proving Naria's theory wrong. (Unless dead people fart. They do, don't they? Yeah, they do! Welllll.. Naria doesn't know that they do so she thinks Ibiza's still alive, and she is!) "POOOOORW!!! Someone had baked beans for tea!" said Naria to know one in particular.