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Prologue
September 5th, 1666
"I can't believe Dee actually released the Fire element," Perenelle murmured. Nicholas and Perenelle were walking up the grassy hill to Stonehenge. They had just escaped the burnt streets of London. Houses were reduced to a little more than wooden frames and ash was everywhere. Cries could be heard from everywhere in the city. It would take months, maybe even years to undo the destruction that Dee had done. As they reached the Henge, a girl, who had just been running up the hill also, managed to collide with Perenelle, even though the Flamels were in the middle of nowhere.
"Oh, I'm sorry," she said softly. Her black hair was short and choppy, her fair skin caked with dirt. She looked about twelve. But, when she touched Perenelle's shoulder, her aura flared neon green. The smell of limes filled the air. The Sorceress caught the girl's wrist.
"How are you Awakened?" Perenelle asked. The girl twisted out of her grip and scowled.
"I have no patience for the Dark Elders, much less their immortal underlings," the girl hissed, her pupils flashing green.
"We don't work for the Dark Elders," Nicholas said.
"Do you work for Dee?" she asked, her tone a little less harsh but still hard.
"We're the exact opposite; we've been avoiding him and the Dark Elders for nearly 200 years," the Alchemyst informed her. The girl raised an eyebrow.
"Really?" they both nodded. "Does that mean you won't take me back to my parents?"
"Do you have a good reason for running away?" Perenelle asked.
"Yes, a very good reason that I shall keep to myself for the time being."
"Then we will not take you back to your parents." The girl grinned.
"Good. I'm angering my father even further by being with his enemies."
"Your father considers us his enemies?" Nicholas questioned.
"Yes, there's a pretty good reason why too."
"You have a very powerful aura," Perenelle stated. "We'd like to train you to control it. You'd be very powerful if you could use your aura."
"I am already trained in Air, alchemy, sorcery, and necromancy," she stated coldly to the Flamels' surprise. "But I have a question; which ley line at Stonehenge leads to Spain?"
"The third rock to the left, the one with two stones standing upright," Nicholas told her, gesturing to said rocks.
"Thank you sir, I shall repay you one day for that knowledge." She brushed off her skirt off the best she could and headed toward the rocks that Flamel had pointed to. Suddenly, she turned around to face the Flamels again. "I'm sorry, I never got your names."
"I am Nicholas Flamel, this is my wife Perenelle," the Alchemyst said. The girl's lips twisted into a smile.
"Oh, so you're those enemies." She kept walking, but didn't turn around, so she was walking backwards.
"Who are you?" Perenelle asked.
"I am Jessica Jane, the Daughter of the Magician and the Killer." Before the Flamels could say anything, Jessica touched the stones and disappeared in a green flash, leaving the Flamels stunned with the new information.
Sucky prologue. The Flamels won't appear very often. Next will take place with Astrid, or Aveline as she's known in this story. Review!
-MJ2001
