Here's chapter 2.

Since I didn't say it before I'll make sure to say it this time:

I'm not Libba Bray, the characters all belong to her (unless I make up some of my own)

If anyone received an alert before that was just me proof reading and correcting… this is the real chapter 2.

Chapter 2: The First Priestess

When I finally wake up, I am in a room completely white. Well I wouldn't exactly call it a room, but more of a never-ending space of white – the walls seemed to go on forever.

As I look down, I see that I am no longer wearing the same dress as during the battle. Instead, a white cotton dress replaces it – without all the other things us women would have to wear normally. My corset, stockings, and petticoats are all gone now that I'm in this sterile room. I feel strange without them.

"Hmm, you're finally awake," someone says to me from my right side.

I turn my head to locate the source of this new voice. I am surprised to see a woman, standing a few feet away wearing a dress similar to mine, but much more intricate. She is probably one of the most stunning woman I have ever seen. When Pippa was alive, she was probably considered one of the most stunning girls – the kind everyone wanted to have. But this women was in a class of radiance all her own. With her deep skin and long wavy brown hair – she was the epitome of beauty. However, the most startling thing about her was her purple eyes. They seemed to hold the wisdom and experience only the oldest seemed to have obtained, even though see didn't look too much older then me.

"Who are you?" I asked as I sat up.

"I am the First Priestess," she responded after a moment. "I am the one who started the Order."

I had no words; I just stared at her in amazement. I have never learned that much about the Order's past - only as far back as Eugenia Spence.

"The Order, much like the Rakshana, is as old as the time humans started to walk the earth. Although we did come first." She said with a smirk.

"So you are the First Priestess, correct? Then where I am?"

Her face suddenly saddened but she looked determined to tell me the truth of how I arrived here.

"Gemma, I am so proud of you – you returned order to the Realms. Most of the magic has been returned to its rightful place. You see, I never wanted one lone person to be in control of it. It is much too grand for one body to handle. I was so relived you finally learned how to end the cycle – now the magic is binded directly to the Realms, so that anyone can use it." She smiled.

"Most?" I questioned.

"Hmm, yes you'll see soon enough. To answer your other question - you, my dear, is in the place between the living and the dead. The only reason you have not 'moved on' yet is because there is still much more for you to do."

I swallowed. It felt dry and I suddenly felt light headed - I was dead? And there was more I had to accomplish?

"I'm dead?" I managed to croak out.

"I'm sorry, that you had to end your life so young – you still had your whole life ahead of you…Well the other reason that you are still here is the fact that the higher powers – the ones that control everything – may be able to return you to your living self. You have sacrificed so much for the wellbeing of all of our worlds – this the best way they can repay you. However, your friends are still in need of help – your help that is," she explained more clearly.

I nodded. "What do I have to do?"

That was my earliest experience with the First Priestess. The Order, which was started thousands of years ago by her, will still be continued for as long as humans are around to channel the magic.

She told me that I had to help my friends move on – away from the lives they came to know for the past few years. They will never forget, however, but instead try to have as normal a life as possible.

I still worry about Kartik though. What will he do now? Join the Orlando and become a sailor? Or perhaps he will go back to India and try to forget about me. However, if we were in each other's shoes, I don't think I would ever be able to forget about him. I still cannot stop thinking about the look in his eyes at my funeral. His look of complete despair shook me to my very core. Knowing that I may never be able to comfort him again made me even more depressed.

I sighed. What was I supposed to do? No one could hear me and there was no way I could manipulate anything around me to move. Although, the First said I would be able to change the emotions around me if I could. That is probably how Ann could no longer cut herself.

The grounds of Spence seemed to be the place that I spent most of my so-called time – that is if you could even call it that. It seems time no longer matters as much when you no longer belong to the world. I supposed I am tied to this place to make sure no one intrudes upon the easy opening of the Realms. However, since Felicity, Ann, and Kartik still have the magic, they would represent the new Order, and thus be able to protect the Realms better then I could. Even though both our worlds are safe from the Winterlands, there are still many dangers that threaten the beings inhabited in both.

The streets of Paris are entirely different from those of England. They seemed some how cleaner and the people walking are so different compared to any other. They are so much more liberal and their clothing style is completely different. I can see why Felicity wants to be here. She will no longer be seen as a degenerate.

I few feet ahead of me I see Felicity walking along the crowded city streets toward a big opened park – a mass of trees and green compared to the urban atmosphere. Of course, she is wearing pants and a button down blouse – much like what she planned. She most likely designed them herself. I followed her through the park towards a large building. This must be where her flat is located – in the midst of artists and mavericks.

Although I know she cannot see me, I still keep my distance. I feel some kind of power emitting from her that is different from Ann or Kartik.

We slowly walk up the stairs of the apartment building towards her home. She stops at a door and takes her keys out as I walk through the wall to meet her on the other side.

It is a small apartment, but neat nonetheless. All kinds of paint and fabric seemed to be strewn about in a tiny area of her already petite flat.

I hear the lock turn behind me and a short second after I see Felicity's unusually surprised face - it's as if she sees someone in her apartment who shouldn't be there.

"Gemma," she gasps. "Is that really you?"

Well that's chapter 2.

Its kind of short, but I hoped it cleared some of the things I wrote in the last chap.

As always, please r&r… they help me write faster lol

-Musical Shine