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Chapter Five: Sisters, Life, Ace?

The sun hung high overhead; it had been several months since I had been saved by that strange girl. Her father, the Master of the temple, had decided to take me in as his own. The girl , known as Gwendolyn Rivers, became my adoptive sister, and the Master my adoptive father.

I had been tested and selected to become a 'guardian'. Gwen had to explain it was basically a warrior and scout for the temple. I would be trained to protect the temple with my life, and when I grew strong enough I would be sent back into the world to search for more individuals with the potential to either become Spellcasters or Guardians.

Gwen was a Spellcaster, and a very proud one at that. The way she always talked; it was almost as if she looked down on Guardians. I mean we can't use magic, and instead become Seekers instead of Priests, but so what? We were the muscle while they were the support. Sure Priests held a higher honor than Seekers, having to directly protect the Goddess and train the newcomers and all, but Seekers were responsible for finding those newcomers.

I let out a sigh as I rest beneath the beautiful cherry blossom tree. It was best not to dwell on it, still it bothered me. I supposed my time with the other guardians was beginning to change me, for I wasn't as timid as I once was.

A single sakura blossom fell into my cupped hands, and I inhaled the lovely scent. It always amazed me how the flowers were always in bloom around the temple. It was almost as if the plants were feeding off of the goddess's sleeping power. The blossom blew out of my hand, having been swept up by the wind. I sat there, beneath the shade of the large tree, and watched the flower until it drifted out of sight.

Yes, it was best not to worry over troublesome things.

September 19, Thursday; 6:47am

"Aris! Aris!" I woke to yet another person banging on my door. What is with people these days? Wait, she said Aris. That can only mean one thing. I sprang out of bed and ran straight for the door. I flung it open and embraced the slightly shorter woman that was my sister.

"Gwen! What are you doing? I wasn't expecting you for another hour or so!" I exclaimed and dragged her into my apartment, closing the door.

"Traffic was better than expected. Show me around." Gwen dropped her huge duffle and overnight bags by the door. I watched her as she took in the apartment.

It was a small two bedroom, one bath, but it was affordable. The livingroom/ diningroom split was a fair 12 by 15 feet, even though the kitchen was small but fully equipped. My bedroom was the master, which meant hers was the smaller, but only by a few square feet.

I watched as she glared at the boring off-white walls and tan carpeting. I hadn't had time to decorate it the way I wanted. Gwen was so going to chew me out.

"Before you tell me what a dump this place is, how about I show you your new room?" I lead her to her bedroom, fully equipped with everything she could need. "You'll be using your own money if you want to decorate."

"I guess it'll do, for now. So, tell me. Have you met Batman yet?" Gwen flopped on her full sized bed, patting the spot beside her. I lay down next to her.

"No, but I have met Wonder Woman and Bruce Wayne." I smiled at the thought of Bruce, and wondered what he was doing. Feeling like a creepy stalker, I sighed and watched the clouds lazily drift by through Gwen's open window.

"Do you like Mr. Wayne?"

"What are you talking about, Gwen?!" I shrieked and stared at her. Oh crap, I had just made it so obvious. She surprised me! How could she tell without me even introducing them yet?

"You've fully bonded with Dea. That would only happen if you've fallen for someone. It's Mr. Wayne, isn't it?" I hate how she's always been able to read me.

"Yeah, I think so. What does all this mean?" I buried my face against her shoulder, basking in her familiar scent. This was my home. I sighed, what was I to do?

"Have you even spoken to Dea yet?"

"No, should I?" I pulled the sealed blade out from a small box in the livingroom. I always kept it there when I was home.

"She's a part of you now. I'll give you a few minutes while I unpack." Gwen retrieved her bags and left me standing, alone, in the middle of the livingroom. I sighed.

"No time like the present. Dea?" I felt a sensation, as if something was poking around in the back of my mind. I allowed my mind to open. Dea had said she would get full access to my mind. That meant we could talk without me unsealing her, right?

"Arisentia, you called?" Her ghastly voice seemed to reach from every corner of my mind, bouncing off in all directions.

"Gwen suggested I talk to you. I think, I need to know more about us." My voice only shook a little in reply. Whose wouldn't after such a frightening experience?

"I agree. First, I want you to unseal me. Use the English, resealing is now Latin." Dea instructed.

"Um, okay?" I drew the blade from its seethe and pointed it directly in front of me. "Dance in the blood of the Moon, Dea." I summoned.

The black flames engulfed me as they had on so many other occasions, changing my form. My natural silver hair shined through. The scares appeared. My tattoo and eyes changed, but there were new changes as well.

My ears became slightly pointed, elongating like an elf. Large ivory horns sprouted from a top my head in a ram like fashion. My nails lengthened and sharpened, similar to claws. A succubus styled white tail with a spade at the end emerged from midway between my lower back and tail-bone. The most painful of all of the transformations was when dragon wings tore from my back.

I dropped to the ground, only just noticing that the sword was gone. On the outer side of my right leg was the image of the flaming, unsealed blade. I noticed the usual silver stone belt and broach that appeared in this form was replaced by a rich crimson bone like form.

"Dea, what is this?" I gasped and stumbled into the bathroom, only to stare at my reflection. I seemed to personify a dragon. I was both Dragon and Human, a perfect harmony.

"This is your new dragon between form. You may also transform into a small dragon if you like. The stronger you get the larger the dragon will become." Dea's voice tickled my mind. It no longer frightened me. Was it because I had control of her power?

"What now?"

~Rewind: Gwen's POV~

"Aris! Aris!" I pounded on my sister's apartment door. I knew I was early, but where was she? Before my fist could hit the cheap fake oak that was my sister's door, it was flung open and I was embraced in a back-breaking hug.

"Gwen! What are you doing? I wasn't expecting you for another hour or so!" She exclaimed and practically dragged me into her apartment, closing the door.

"Traffic was better than expected. Show me around." I dropped my heavy violet duffle and overnight bags by the door. She watched me as I observed the apartment.

It was a small two bedroom, one bath, but it looked decent enough. The livingroom/ diningroom split was a fair 12 by 15 feet, even though the kitchen was small but fully equipped. Her bedroom was the master, which meant mine was the smaller, but only by a few square feet.

Aris watched as I glared at the boring off-white walls and tan carpeting. She obviously hadn't had time to decorate it, which meant she was working too hard. I was so about to chew her out.

"Before you tell me what a dump this place is, how about I show you your new room?" She lead me to an empty bedroom, fully equipped with everything I could need. "You'll be using your own money if you want to decorate."

"I guess it'll do, for now. So, tell me. Have you met Batman yet?" I flopped on the full sized bed, patting the spot beside me. Aris laid down next to me. I decided to cut her some slack, for now.

"No, but I have met Wonder Woman and Bruce Wayne." She smiled at the mention of 'Bruce'. So she finally had a crush huh? Aris sighed and watched the clouds lazily drift by through the open window. I've never been one for patience, or tact for that matter, so I asked what was on my mind.

"Do you like Mr. Wayne?"

"What are you talking about, Gwen?!" She shrieked and stared at me. Ha! She had just made it so obvious. I must've surprised her! I'd always been good at reading her.

"You've fully bonded with Dea. That would only happen if you've fallen for someone. It's Mr. Wayne, isn't it?" I knew about Dea's reason for not fully bonding with Aris back when she was thirteen. It's hard to give so much incredible power to someone who doesn't even stand up for themselves.

"Yeah, I think so. What does all this mean?" She buried her face against my shoulder, and inhaled deeply before sighing contently. A soft smile graced my lips as I watched the relief of family wash over her.

"Have you even spoken to Dea yet?" I asked softly, not wanting to ruin the moment but knowing how important contact with Dea was.

"No, should I?" She pulled the sealed blade out from a small box in the livingroom. Where had she hid that?

"She's a part of you now. I'll give you a few minutes while I unpack." I retrieved my bags and left Aris standing alone in the middle of the livingroom. I heard her sigh, and I almost felt sorry for her. With all the honor and hope comes great responsibility, and I never thought she was ready to handle that.

September 23, Monday; 3:07am

"Gwen, hurry up with those drinks! Tia, request at booth eight!" Sam hollered over the music. Just another wonderful night at work, no sarcasm intended.

"Can I help you, Wally?" I smiled at the redhead warmly. He was cute, like a younger brother that's actually close in age. I caught Gwen looking our way.

"Well, you can get me a Mudslide with extra chocolate, and introduce me to the cutie following you around." Wally winked and I laughed. He was defiantly a character.

"I'll see what I can do. Her name is Gwen." I smiled and headed over to Gwen and Mark. "Hey, Gwen, can you bring booth eight his Mudslide?"

"The cute redhead?" Gwen bounced over. I laughed and hooked my arm around her shoulders.

"Funny thing, I think he likes you." I winked and indicated Wally. Gwen blushed, I smiled and handed her his drink. "Go on." I pushed her a little bit in his direction. She seemed to get the hint, yeah 'hint', and walked over to him. I watched as his eyes lit up as she approached.

"Already trying to set her up?" Mark laughed and handed me the three shots of whiskey for table four.

Serving went as usual, no more requests that night. I found it sweet that Wally stayed the whole night. Gwen even went to go sit with him during her breaks. Mark and I cracked jokes about Sam. We only got in trouble when Sam heard us.

"What did you call me?!" Sam spun on his heel and was in Mark's face within seconds. Mark looked pale, and Sam was beyond irritated.

"Sammy, he called you whipped. Mark's just jealous he's not getting any, and he can't keep a girl." Mark glared at me. "Oh, please. The longest relationship you've had is with this bar." I smirked, knowing I hit the nail on the head.

"What about you!?" Mark shouted. Sam glanced back and forth between me and Mark. The Irish barman was NOT happy.

"Personally, I've never been good with relationships. Though, there is this one guy I like." I smiled sweetly and pretended to reminisce.

"Cut it out, guys. Tia, leave Mark alone. Mark, don't call me names unless you're gonna say it to my face." Sam seemed to be attempting to use his height to intimidate us into submission.

"Whatever, ass." Mark grumbled and turned around to polish an already spotless glass.

"Sure thing, babe." I kissed Sam's cheek. "I'll tell Katie we were picking on you." I skipped away before he could reply.

I delivered a few more drinks, and the occasional Po-boy, before it was three am. Time to go home.

"Gwen, I'm heading home. Are you coming?" I had changed back into my regular clothes: purple skinny jeans and an over-sized black and purple t-shirt. Gwen was STILL hanging out with Wally.

"Actually, Wally's going to walk me home. I'll see you later, okay?" Gwen batted her eyelashes at me, as if I could say no anyway. I sighed and mentally face palmed myself. I should've figured this would happen.

"Yeah, yeah." I smiled and gathered my purse from behind the bar. "Bye Sam!" I hollered and left out the back door.

Cool night air hit my face. Even though the air was getting cold, it still wasn't very fresh. I knew Gotham had changed a lot since the appearance of Batman a few years back. Even so, the city was dying. It needed Light, Life.

"I just wish there was something I could do." I faced the stars above with a spark, of Hope? I wanted to make a difference, and maybe with my new powers I could.

I headed to the park. I had always been able to think better surrounded by nature, and strangely enough I felt a pull towards there.

~Rewind: Gwen's POV~

"Maybe your number? Aris tells me your name is Gwen. So, Gwen, would you like to go on a date after your shift?" The lightly freckled-faced man smiled warmly, and I felt butterflys in my stomach. He was really cute, but I didn't exactly have the best track record with men.

"I don't even know your name, and my shift doesn't end for an three hours. I'm flattered, really, but I don't think so." I turned him down as softly as I could, even though I didn't want too. I was supposed to be focusing on keeping Aris on the right track. I couldn't afford distractions, and besides, the thought of being in a relationship again frightened me.

"My name's Wally, Wally West. Could I at least get your number, or a maybe?" It looked as if I had wounded his pride, and I really didn't have a reason to turn him down...

"Maybe..." I smiled softly before moving to the next table to take orders.

My first night of serving wasn't that difficult. In fact, it wasn't nearly as hard as having to clean the whole Temple, Japanese style, every morning. What I found was really sweet was the fact that Wally stayed the rest of the night, just to wait for me. I couldn't very well turn him down after that. Though, I suppose I did encourage him by sitting with him during my breaks.

"What did you call me?!" Sam spun on his heel and was in Mark's face within seconds. Mark looked pale, and Sam was beyond irritated. It was about time he caught Aris and Mark for making those crack jokes at him. I didn't hear what was going on, but anyone could see Aris cleared the whole thing up with a laugh and a twinkle in her eye.

"Gwen, I'm heading home. Are you coming?" Aris had changed back into her regular clothes: purple skinny jeans and an over-sized black and purple t-shirt. I was still hanging out with Wally.

"Actually, Wally's going to walk me home. I'll see you later, okay?" I batted my eyelashes at her, in hopes she would let it slide. She sighed and her hand twitched, as if it was itching to do something. I smiled nervously and took a step closer to Wally, just to be on the safe side.

"Yeah, yeah." Aris smiled and gathered her purse from behind the bar. "Bye Sam!" She hollered and left out the back door, without giving me a second thought. It almost seemed like she figured that would happen.

"So I take it that's a yes?" Wally hopped up from his seat and threw an arm around my shoulders. He was almost a foot taller than me, so he had to be at least six foot tall. His arm was warm, but he was moving way too fast. I unwrapped his arm from around me and smiled shyly.

"I can't say no after making you wait for three hours. Let me go change and I'll be right back." I disappeared around the corner that hid the employees lockers, and grabbed my clothes. I slipped into the bathroom and yanked off my uniform and hopped around wildly as I attempted to pull on my favorite red skinny jeans. Once I finally succeeded I grabbed my black tank top and my red and white crew top. Lucky for me my black flats didn't need tying, because I didn't want to make Wally wait too much longer.

"So you weren't going to run off on me?" Wally smiled as I placed my uniform in my locker. I rolled my eyes in a playful manner and lightly elbowed his ribs. He winced and my eyes flashed in worry.

"What's wrong?" My hand was instantly at his side, ghosting over the area I had touched. I felt him cringe lightly at I reached a particularly tender area.

"It's nothing, just a bruise." He pushed my hands away and rubbed the back of his neck in that way that boys do when they don't want to talk about something. I gave him that 'really' look but otherwise let it go, for the moment.

"Did you having anything in mind when you asked me out?"

A/N: As you can see this is where some of the changes will be coming into play. So, what do you think of Gwen's POV? Love it? Like it? Hate it? Please do tell!