The scrimmage was rather uneventful.  JM won, but Allora wasn't of any help.  Her mind wasn't in it.  Trey had a goal, as well as Drake, and the team seemed to really take to the two rookies.  Unlike last year, very few freshmen made the team.  So really Trey and Drake were the most inexperienced there.  Allora was anxiously waiting the game to end so she and Trey could speak.  When the final buzzer rang, Allora didn't bother congratulating the other team on their loss as she normally would have.  She skated quickly, instead, off the ice and into the bathroom.  She dressed quickly, and told Morrigan she'd call her later.  She met Trey outside the rink.  Both exchanged awkward smiles and began walking.  It was a full moon out and the sky was dotted with millions of tiny stars, which illuminated the walkway nicely.  For a few minutes neither spoke.  Both were unsure how to start up the conversation. 

Trey finally mustered up enough courage.  "I hope you're not mad," he said finally.

"I'm not mad," Allora replied, surprised Trey would think she would get mad over this.

"I mean, we kind of ruined it didn't we?  It was supposed to be your guys' thing.  I'm sorry we followed you."

Allora seemed confused.  "Trey, we didn't mean to get powers.  That's not why we did the séance."

Trey stopped suddenly.  "Then why?"

Allora decided Trey could be trusted.  I mean he did have powers, unless he was lying.  That thought crossed Allora's mind suddenly.  "I'll tell you Trey, but I would like to see this power of yours first."

Trey seemed a little hurt.  "Alright," he said moving off the path.

He turned to Allora and tried to conjure up some wind.  A breeze passed by, but Trey doubted it was from himself.  He frowned.  "I can't do it."

Allora smiled.  "I thought so.  Why would you make something up like that?  What a weirdo."

Trey seemed saddened, but also angry with himself.  Suddenly a small tornado once again appeared at his side.  He smiled.  "There we go."

Allora smiled proudly.  "I knew that would work.  Anyway, Truman told us about how they demons blocking some mounds in Ireland.  We thought knowing that information might put us in danger, so, Morrigan decided to do that protection spell.  She turns to Wicca in times of need.  Of course, nothing has ever really happened before.  But this time... it did.  And let me be the first one to tell you, we didn't mean for the spell to end up like this.  Well, at least that's the abridge version."

Trey took a second to take it all in.  "This is pretty deep."

Allora nodded.  "You didn't see the demons we had to fight."

Trey looked surprised.  "Demons?  You fought demons?"

Allora told him all about the demons they had faced.  Trey became very distant it, seemed.

"Um, if it's okay, can we continue this conversation tomorrow?  I'm kind of tired and I really have to let this all sink in, you know?" he questioned shyly.

Allora shook her head.  "Of course.  In fact, just come over Morrigan's tomorrow.  Bring Drake, too.  I think you know where it is…"

Trey blushed.  "Okay, I'll see you then."

Both went their separate ways.  Allora felt bad for Trey, and in a less significant way Drake.  They had been thrust in this at amazing speed.  At least she and her friends had a little time for it to sink in.  He heard it all in about a minute.  Allora had to get home to tell Morrigan, but something popped into her head at that moment.  "Trey," she called.

Trey turned around.  "What?"

"Why did you join in?  I mean, why did you start chanting with us?"

Trey smiled.  "Drake's a Wiccan."

"Oh," Allora said.  "I'll see you later, then."

They walked further apart, both unsure exactly how to feel about the conversation they had just had.

"WHAT!" Morrigan screamed.

Allora chose not answer.

"You aren't serious?" she continued.

"I am."

They both sat on their separate beds, speaking to each other on the phone.  Allora wasn't at all surprised by Morrigan's reaction.

"Are you happy or sad?" Morrigan asked.

"Neither.  Right now I just kind of am accepting it," Allora replied matter-of-factly.

"I'm happy," Morrigan said.  "I mean, for one thing, we have more help with these demons, and for another, Drake and I can get to know each other better."

"I suppose we could use the help with the demons," Allora answered, trying to get off the Drake subject.  "They're coming to your house tomorrow to discuss a few things."

"Alright," Morrigan glanced at the clock by her bed.  "I have a French translation to do and it's getting late.  I'll see you tomorrow."

"Bye," Allora said.  She hung up to phone and bit her lip in thought.

She wasn't sure if she should call any one or not.  She decided against it.  She doubted they would be as happy as Morrigan was.

The next day everyone met at Morrigan's.  The first five were there, but still two remained.  Of course, only Morrigan and Allora knew Trey and Drake were coming.  It would be a surprise to the others.

"Shall we get started?" Truman asked.

"We're still waiting on two more," Allora declared hesitantly.

Johnny, not surprisingly, seemed confused.  He counted everyone and then registered it in his head.  "Hey, we're all here."

"Nope," Morrigan said.  "It seems there were two more that chanted with us.  They received powers as well."

Everyone gasped.  "Who are they?" Brystol asked.

"Those two new kids, Drake and Trey," Allora answered.

 "You know, the new guys on the hockey team," Morrigan explained.

Truman nodded.  "Oh, now I remember them.  But how?"

"They followed us," Morrigan and Allora replied simultaneously.

"How creepy," Brystol remarked.

"I think they're both kind of creepy," Johnny shuddered.

Just then Morrigan's mom called up to them.  "Guys, you have some visitors."

Morrigan and Allora got up and went to greet Trey and Drake.  Everyone else came down as well.

"We decided to go out to eat.  We're hungry," Brystol said, grabbing her coat and putting her sunglasses on.

Everyone began walking out.  It was convenient that Morrigan's house was near the restaurant district of town.  They walked toward it, not speaking about much.  Trey and Drake seemed very out of place, walking behind the others.  After only a few minutes they reached their favorite restaurant, a place called Sammy's.  They walked in and grabbed a booth in the corner.  No one quite knew how to strike up the conversation.

"So what are your powers?" Brystol asked suddenly.

"Wind," Trey said.  "Drake has shadow."

"What's shadow?" Johnny asked.

Drake seemed embarrassed.  "I kind of just make things dark and cold, I guess."

"Jeez, maybe I don't have the stupidest power," Brystol remarked sarcastically.

Allora and Morrigan glared at her.

Drake was a mixture of mad and humiliated.  "What are yours?"

"Light," Brystol replied, with some bitterness in her voice.

"Fire," Johnny exclaimed with pride.

"Earth," Morrigan declared, beaming.

"Lightning," Allora stated, expressionless.

"Water," Truman blurted out loudly with excitement.

Everyone in the restaurant looked at him strangely.  "Yeah, can I get some water?" he asked, slouching under the table.

Everyone seemed a little more comfortable after all that was take care of.  But their comfort would be short lived for a cloud of black smoke was seen outside the window.  Brystol, Allora, Morrigan, Johnny, and Truman exchanged tired glances.  Trey and Drake looked at the cloud with wide fearful eyes.

"Is this them again?" Trey asked.

Allora nodded.

Everyone got up and walked out.  Around them they noticed everything had stopped.  Time had been frozen.  It was really quite an eerie site.  The black cloud had disappeared.  There stood three demons, all about seven feet tall.  Johnny glared at them.  "Let's do this!" he shouted.

He shot a fire ball at them.  One of the demons merely outstretched a hand and the ball of fire was turned to ice.  It crashed to the ground.  Everyone looked at each other, scared.

"Let's NOT do this," Brystol screamed, almost to tears.

Allora and Morrigan looked at each other.  Morrigan nodded.  "Brystol's right.  Let's go.  We're not ready yet."

Brystol suddenly stopped crying.  "I am?"

"Don't get used to it," Truman said, running with the others.

Brystol looked at the demons one more time.  She shrugged.  "Hey, it's worth a try."

She got her hands together, and brought a small ball of light out.  The demons laughed.

Brystol stomped her foot.  "Damn it," she shouted, now running away with all her energy.

They ran to Allora's house, which was slightly closer than Morrigan's.  They stampeded up to her room and fell with exhaustion upon arrival.

They all regained their breath.  "What are we going to do?" Truman asked.  "We can't beat them!"

"Yet," a small voice said in an Irish accent, although it was obviously restrained.

They all stared wildly around.  Brystol was the first to see it.  "Ah!  A talking bug lady!  I hate bugs!"

"I'm not a bug," it cried, defiantly.

Then, everyone finally saw it.  They all seemed scared of it, even to some extent more than the demons  Everyone except Morrigan that is, who seemed happy.  "It's a Faerie!" she reported.

Johnny chuckled.  "Faeries aren't real."

"Yes, they are," the bug said.

"Why did you come here?" Morrigan asked.  "Are you friend or foe?"

"Why friend of course.  I'm here to help you.":

 "Help us?"  Trey asked.

The Faerie nodded and landed on Allora's nightstand.  She had shoulder length, curly auburn hair and indigo eyes.  She wore a short green dress with a lavender bow on it and matching lavender shoes.  "My name is Lydia.  I'm a Faerie, and I'll be watching over you from now on.  Its my job to make sure your powers progress correctly."

"But why?" Morrigan asked.

"The Goddess looked into your souls, and saw that you were righteous.  You were given powers to fight the demons."

"But our powers aren't good enough," Johnny said, gloomily.

"They will be."

Lydia looked at Morrigan.  "You're Morrigan, the one with earth, correct?"

Morrigan nodded.  "Yeah, and Truman has water, Allora has lightning, Johnny has fire, Drake has shadow, Brystol has light, and Trey has wind."

Lydia shook her head.  "Your powers will all become great one day.  I know it's hard to imagine, I'm sure everything seems very awkward right now, but you'll learn.  In time, all of you will earn more powers, and the ones you already have will be heightened.  Once you gain control of your powers, you'll learn attacks, which are concentrated forms of your powers.  You all have only one attack now.  An example of this would be Morrigan's Golem Hand.  But, you will get more.  And you'll get them the same way, they'll just appear in your mind at random, or should I say when the Goddess feels you are ready to move on."

Brystol seemed uninterested.  She stared at her skirt.  "Oh no!  It happened again!  I got that black sooty stuff on my skirt again!"

Lydia looked at them all.  "Yes, these outfits will not do.  You must be given battle outfits.  Yes, that'll work."  She looked at each person with intent.

She smiled at Brystol.  "You first.  What is your power again?"

"Well, I wouldn't exactly call it a power, it's more of a nuisance.  All it is a little ball of light that floats around my head."

Lydia frowned.  "Try not to be so negative.  You'll get used to it."

"Well, what if I don't want to get used to it?" Brystol shrieked as she stomped her foot on the floor.  "You can't just give someone powers and expect them to be cool with it.  Maybe that's how things are where you come from, but humans just aren't like that."  Brystol stomped her foot again and left the room.  A few seconds later they could hear Allora's front door slam shut.

"She'll be okay," Allora assured with a look of uncertainty

Maybe I really wasn't ready for this.  Lydia for once was glad she was so small compared to her new human allies, for she was desperately trying to hold back tears.  "Shall we try this again?"

Morrigan clapped her hands.  "Yes, please continue."

Lydia flew over to Morrigan's shoulder and carefully inspected her ears.

"Um, what are you doing to Morrigan's ear?" asked Drake who was lounging on Allora's chair.

"Seeing if Morrigan, here, has her ears pierced, which she does, which makes things a lot easier for her.  It's also good that she doesn't have any earrings in at the moment.  Oh!  She has one of those high earring holes!"  Lydia quickly waved her hands and a silver earring with a brown gem appeared in Morrigan's cartilage hole.

"Earrings make this so much easier," she stated as she flew over to Allora's shoulder.  "Oh this is just great!" she exclaimed as she found that Allora also had a cartilage earring, which was in at the moment.  "Could you please take that out?" she asked Allora sweetly as she pointed to it.

"Sure," Allora answered as she took her earring out.  "But may I ask what this is for?  I mean, getting jewelry from a Faerie is quite odd in my book."

"You'll see," Lydia said as she put a sliver earring with a yellow gem in Allora's ear.  "Does anyone else have any earrings?"

Trey raised his hand awkwardly.  "I do."

"Good."  And Lydia proceeded to give Trey a silver earring with a gray-blue colored gem for his cartilage.

"Now for those of you without earrings, could I please have some item of jewelry?"

          Johnny pulled his golden cross out from underneath his shirt.  "This is all I have," he said sadly.

          Drake pulled a skull ring off his finger.  "And this is all I have…"

          Lydia took both items of jewelry and waved her hands above them, giving Johnny's cross a red gem in the center and giving Drakes ring a black gem in the skull's mouth.

          Truman frowned.  "I don't own any jewelry.  I'm sorry," he apologized.

          "But you do."  Allora pointed to Truman's gold watch.  "Would Truman's watch work, Lydia?"

          "Oh, yes!"  Lydia smiled nervously.  "That watch looks a bit heavy, could you place it on the bed?"

          "Oh sure," Truman replied and put it on the bed to have Lydia place a blue gem on it's band.

"Okay, now that I've finished, I can tell you what those are for," Lydia stated.

"I think I've already figured it out, Lydia," Allora replied.  "These control our battle outfits."

Lydia turned around to find Allora fully suited for battle.  She wore a black body suit with blue patches on the legs and a yellow lightning bolt down the neck.  Her boots were built into her body suit with shin pads for protection.  She also wore a long sleeved black jacket and blue and yellow gloves that had slightly padded palms.  "Yes, very good, I see you catch on well.  Now can you explain how you did that to the others?"

"Not a problem."  Allora pointed to her earring.  "What I did was channel my power into the stone in my earring, thus activating my battle outfit.  I'm just going to assume that I simply repeat the process to get back in my normal clothes." 

Lydia clapped her hands happily.  "Okay, all of you try now."

The rest of the group focused their powers into their gems to and quickly appeared in their own unique battle outfits.  Morrigan wore a moss green knee-length skirt that somewhat resembled Brystol's cheerleading skirt except it had less frills and it had slits on both sides.  She also had a brown breastplate that went to her a stomach and mid thigh brown boots with matching gloves that went almost up to her shoulders.

Johnny's outfit consisted of a red short-sleeved shirt with a red breastplate that stopped just above his stomach with shoulder armor on top of it, black, durable, army style pants, and combat boots.  Trey's outfit was slightly similar, having the same pants and shoes but with a gray shirt with a full silver breastplate and no shoulder pads.  He also had a black jacket over top and black gloves with no fingers.

The rest of the boys, which were Truman and Drake, seemed to have the same pants and shoes as Trey and Johnny, but the armor, gloves, and jackets, that they sported were also different.  Truman's shirt was blue and long-sleeved and was met at the elbows with black gloves.  His armor consisted of a breastplate that covered his entire chest as well as shoulder armor.  Drake had a long-sleeved black shirt as well matching armor that covered his entire chest, like that of Trey's.  He had black gloves that went barely an inch past his wrist and a long black trench coat-like jacket.

"You look great!" Lydia complimented.  "Well, now that that's accomplished, I suppose I should give you you're weapons.  Hold out your hands, please."

The teens held out their hands and a weapon and one or two silver rings appeared with a matching gem to their battle outfit gem appeared.  Trey received a pair of si, Johnny, a pair of mettle knuckles, Morrigan, a katana, Allora, a pair of daggers, Drake a sword, and Truman, a whip.

"The ring should go on the hand you write with," Lydia instructed, "and if you got two, one should go on each hand.  You should wear this jewelry always, it could help you greatly if another attack is sprung on you."

The teens nodded obediently.

"What about Brystol though?" asked Johnny, concerned.

Lydia handed Johnny two silver rings with orange gems in them and a pair of sliver orange gemmed earrings.  "I noticed she had a single set of earrings earlier… Uh, would you be so kind as to give her these?"

Johnny smiled, "Uh, sure, I guess."

"Okay, good, I have to go now, I'll be around when you need me!  Bye!"  Lydia waved and disappeared as the sextet stood in utter astonishment.

"Guys, what was that about?  Is she good or bad?" enquired Truman, in awe. 

"I have no idea," answered Morrigan.

Allora looked to Truman, Morrigan, and Johnny.  "That Faerie looked like the one in my dream.  How about you?"

Their eyes lit up.  "Yeah!  I thought she looked familiar!" shouted Johnny, thoroughly excited.

"Dream?" asked Trey, looking at Drake cautiously, then to the others.  "You mean you had a reoccurring dream, as well?"

"Yeah.  All summer," Truman replied almost nonchalantly.  This super natural stuff was becoming an every day thing.

"What was in it?" enquired Drake with a raised eye brow.

"Well first there was a Faerie who looked just like Lydia, then fighting in the clearing we hang out at and we were wearing our battle outfits.  Then whatever element we possess appeared, and then we saw the pyramids," Morrigan stated.

"Us, too!" Trey exclaimed.

Truman slumped down on Morrigan's bed.  "This just keeps getting weirder and weirder."