In the shadows of the room, a tiny creature melted through without warning, dropping softly to the floor. Golden eyes, huge in its tiny face, glowed softly in the dimness.

It was not alone.

The gloom of the chamber lessened considerably as six more forms gathered, their eyes glittering faintly with motes of light. They were the Seven, diverse and powerful.

The tiny one, Lledren Agilos the Untouchable, was the smallest of them all. Fragile-looking and mouselike in looks, she was purest black, but for the ruff of rusty-red fur that protected her neck, and the tip of her tail, glimmering silver as she curled it in against her body.

Brilliant yellow light made a halo around the body of Paracoatlus Madzheri the Shocker, outlining the fierce beak, long neck, and magnificent tail and wings, yellow splashed with black lightning. The Storm Phoenix trilled and ruffled her feathers.

Amaryll Marecadros was perhaps the oddest looking; the red, crested peacock's head with it's blue crest attached to the chest and front legs of a huge black wolf, attached yet again to the haunches and tail of a green dragon, scaly and red-taloned…not to mention the great emerald wings lying neatly folded across her back. She was the Healer, the helper of the sick and wounded.

Furze Bloodrinker the Warrior was great and fearless, flame-coloured fur easily visible even in the dim light. His crimson eyes spilled crimson hatred out into the room, and he hissed angrily, claws sliding in and out of his massive paws.

Felonios Madeihral the Trickster, a great ruby dragon, hissed back, swiping huge claws at the air as Lledren flashed by. His eyes glimmered with wicked mischief, splashes of gold on blood-dipped scales.

His polar opposite, Slariss Navarros, bared poison-dripping fangs as he glided in. A huge, icy blue-silver serpent, and as cold and implacable as his coloring deemed, he folded grayish wings and coiled himself, tongue flicking out to taste the air.

All Six bowed at the entrance of Spectroseri Shadorillyst. He held the appearance of a wolf, one thrice the size of Nature's most formidable specimen. Yet his form was wispy and ethereal, a mane of mist-fur bristling down his neck and back. His eyes were the only solid things about him, pupils unnatural at the fact that they were round and bright yellow, yet had another, slitted pair, in them. The whites defied their name, being solid ebony. Black-in-gold-in-black-in-mist, Spectroseri was the mightiest of the Seven. He was the Ghost, the Immortal.

-let us begin-

His voice, echoing in their minds, broke the spell of silence. As one they moved to the great dark pool in the center of the room.

Seven pairs of eyes blazed, seven heads bent. In the pool, a form began to take shape as seven voices chanted.

by the healer

-by the trickster-

by the warrior

~by the untouchable~

by the enduring

by the shocker

-by the immortal-

~-by the Seven-~

Dark water took solidity, and a heart began to beat.

i grant thee the power to make whole. i grant thee a healer's hands

-i grant thee the power of cunning. i grant thee a trickster's mind-

take from me the power of strength. i grant thee a warrior's essence

~the power of swiftness, i grant thee. fleetness of foot you shalt have, none may catch thee unless thou wishes it so~

i grant thee the power of bravery. thou shalt stand strong as the mountain

the power of magick, take from me. enchantment serve thee well.

-gain the power i lost so long ago. i grant thee life!-

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A/N: This is an old, old story.  Yeah…I just felt like bringing it out of its little grave within Ceihra's petpage.  Saaa…R n' R and I'll probably update sometime.  *is lazy due to horrendous amount of work* Ja!