Hey guys! This chapter isn't really that long, sorry for that. But I started writing at 23.23 and finished at 00.27. Anyway, this idea was bothering me for quite some time, so please stick with me. I know this chapter doesn't mention any of the main characters you are used to, but trust me, the next chapter will totally involve them.

Disclaimer: I only own the three characters in this chapter.

PREFACE

It was dark. The small, narrow cobbled street spread only wide enough to let one car through and ended with an old, crumbling stone wall. Along the left of the street was an old and worn pavement, overgrown with weeds and roots from the nearby park. A long, trembling fence was the only thing separating the blossoming park and the old, forgotten street. Along the right of the street, stood an old and abandoned, red brick building. It was tall and wide, but the windows were cracked and the doors broken. Along all the front of it, graffiti littered the wall with sayings such as 'Jay woz ere 2k8' or 'Hanna luvz Dean 4eva xxxx'. Outside the building and to the right was a small alley way, filled with old cardboard boxes and over filled bins, with a cat or two bound to be forging in them.

It was raining, the cobbles were dark and slippery and the pavement was a tangle of weeds. A lone lamppost stood on the pavement, and a girl, no older than 15 stood, leaning against it. Her hair was long and black. The ends were damp with the rain, it reached her chest area, but the top of her hair remained relatively dry underneath a navy blue hoodie. She had a small scar, just underneath her hairline and just above her left eyebrow. She had perfectly shaped eyebrows and a small, angler nose. She had high cheekbones and full, pale pink lips.

She had toned skin, that looked natural and she wore no makeup. She was tall for her age, maybe about 5 feet8. Her legs were long and were covered by black skinny jeans, now soaked with the rain. She was wearing black Doc Martins, and around her neck was a pendant locket, shaped like a perfect round circle. But that wasn't what brought attention to her, it was her eyes. Her eyes were a deep, sparkling shade of purple. Her were surrounded by full, long eyelashes.

Beside her, sat a rather strange sight. At first glance, it would seem as if a rather large dog, maybe a Labrador was sitting beside her. But if you looked closely, it in fact wasn't even a dog. It was something completely different. It was long and sleek. It was the deepest shade of black and its fur coat was gorgeous and glossy. Its face was one of a cat's, but much larger. It had long, black whiskers and surprisingly, the same colour of eyes as the girls. The creature's tail was long, maybe the length of the creatures either body. The creature was a panther.

The panther didn't scare the girl, in fact she even bent down to rub the large cat's head. 'They're late,' she murmured. Her voice was thick with a foreign accent. Definitely not American, It was almost Scottish, but not quite there. The panther hummed, leaning forward more into the girl's hand. Footsteps rang from around the corner, and the girl stood up straight, more alert. The large cat stretched before padding, elegantly to beside where the girl was now standing beside the crumbling building. From around the corner, the owner of the footsteps emerged. It was a man, tall in build but lean. He was wearing a suit with a raincoat on top to keep him safe from the rain. His face was covered, and her was carrying a briefcase.

The girl spoke before the man, 'You're late.'

The man stopped about two feet away from the girl and pushed down his hood revealing a mop of blond hair and blue eyes that were now cautiously eyeing the panther, who was now standing beside the girl, but still near enough to the man if he were to attack. The man cleared his throat and turned towards the girl.

'Jesus, child,' He said in a cautious but warm English accent. 'You are going to catch your death out here without a coat on.' He eyed the panther, as if careful about what he was saying. The panther's eyes never left the mans, but the mans eyes were constantly flicking in between both the young girl and sleek predator as if to see which one was more of a threat.

The girl smirked, her lips stretching across the lenient face, 'I ain't got no coat. Don't need one.' Her accent was Irish. The man frowned 'Well, when you put it like that.' He finally decided to slowly edged towards the girl, but the panther jumped in front of the girl, scaring the man, causing him to drop his briefcase. The predator growled at the now, pale, terrified man, before the girl called angrily at the panther. 'Azure!' She scolded her voice stern. 'What did I say 'bout scaring strangers. Mr Carlson is our friend; we shall treat 'im like he ought to be treated. Right?'

Azures eyes never left Mr Carlson's terrified blue ones. Azure retreated behind the girl and nudged the back of her knees with his head. Her hand went behind her back, and she placed it on the panthers head to calm it. Mr Carlson stood up and retrieved his briefcase, his sea-blue eyes never leaving the panthers, now black ones. He threw the case towards the girl, and she caught it with ease.

'You should find everything to your liking. I made sure everything you asked for was there.' He backed away and his eyes finally met the girls.

'Thank you James. You have been very helpful,' she smiled. But her smile wasn't on of kindness, more of pleasure, as if she was enjoying watching him terrified.

James eyed Azure, who was still behind the girls legs, as if to make sure when he turned away, the creature wouldn't pounce. 'You're mad, Lille. Absolutely insane.'

The girl, Lille, smiled as James walked away. As soon as he turned the corner, as snapped open the box. She knew he was too scared of what she and Azure would do if he double-crossed them.

She peered in the box before smiling and taking out a small, round object. The object was gold in shape and small enough to fit in Lille's hand. On the front of it, designs were scrawled everywhere, and two small buttons were on the bottom side of it. It was beautiful. Lille clicked open the second button, and it revealed a gold rimmed clock face. But not an ordinary clock face, for in the middle, it was a piece of glass that showed Lille and Azure's reflection. Lille smiled and Azure nudged the girls hand.

'We've got it, Azure. We've finally got it.'

Somewhere in the shadows, a person smiled, knowing a new prophecy was about to be foretold.

Remember to review, as I won't update until there is at least 5 reviews. Also, the next chapter won't probably be up until next Saturday as I have exams starting on Thursday :/ Thanks,

Ellie x