((AUTHORS NOTE: Alrighty... this is another addition to my little story... please R&R... LOL ttyl...

-Racheal))

A small drop of sweat fell slowly down Racheal's back. She smiled and looked over her work; it was a fine piece... gorgeous infact! The colors blended perfectly, revealing the artist's true feelings. Racheal pulled the canvas off of her "painting tree" and placed it on the ground. She sighed and turned her walkie-talkie on.

"Pssst... Pssst," She whispered into it. A crackling fuzzy sound came from the other end. The crackling stopped and most other noises followed. Except for one noise, a small noise, one barely audible to one wasn't listening for it. The sound grew louder, and it seemed to be getting closer. The crackling noise was back again.

"Hey, we're almost there" the other end said. It was a girl's voice. Racheal remained quiet throughout this process. Almost out of thin air the other two figures appeared. Racheal smiled, realizing that they were pretty close now. She grabbed the three Earth tone mats and candles out of a small brown trunk. It slammed shut with a loud thud, a cloud of dust spewed out from the inside. She laid them out, each mat pointing a different direction. She smiled and exhaled deeply, seeing that her word was done. The two other girls appeared behind her.

"Set up already?" one girl said, her long dark brown hair flowing over her shoulders.

"Of course Willow... am I not always ready?" Racheal said, wiping some sweat off her cheek. She dropped her hand down to her side and sat down on the mat facing south. "Should we start?"

The third girl looked around at her surroundings, her being the ditsy one. She smiled and sat down, relieving her legs of her weight. Willow chuckled under her breath.

"Shall we start the communication spell?" Willow said with a heavy sigh.

"Yes" the third girl, Tatonia, mumbled.

"Well... did you bring the yellow candles?" Racheal said in Willow's direction.

"Yes..." she said softly. She pulled out three yellow tapered candles. She lit each one and handed them out. They all held the lit candles together, making the light brighter.

"I'll say the spell... Racheal and Tatonia, just concentrate on one thing very hard for the next few minutes..." Willow said with confidence. She mumbled a few words under her breath and continued to breathe slowly and deeply. A wide smile spread across Racheal's face as she thought of a beautiful lioness, prowling the grounds, searching for a tasty morsel. Tatonia sighed as the image of a beautiful blue and green faery passed infront of her weary eyes. Racheal suddenly gasped and jumped back from the circle. She was breathing really hard. "It's not true... it's not true.... It's not true... NO! not true..." she screamed, over and over again, hot yellow wax falling onto her legs, creating small burn marks as the liquid left a trail down her leg. Racheal was too upset to notice though, between her cries of utter disbelief.

"What... Racheal!!! What?" Willow said, grasping Racheal in a comforting hug.

Racheal was still crying, a blank look now replaced the old. "It changed... the picture, it changed... NOT TRUE!! NO IT'S NOT TRUE!"

Willow then started crying, realizing that she must tell the group her secret. She backed away from the circle and sat against the big oak tree. Tatonia was still shocked by Racheal's outburst. They all just sat there, crying to themselves. Racheal looked over to Willow. Her eyes were as cold as stone.

"What haven't you told me?" Racheal accused Willow... her eyes filled with fire.

"Nothing... you know almost everything" she said, avoiding the penetrating eyes of her friend.

"Willow... I know that you're hiding something... Tell me! I hate that you're leaving me out again!!"

"I'm not leaving you out... your just getting angry."

"No... you're NOT telling me something... I know it."

Tatonia walked over to Willow and hugged her, not knowing what to say to comfort anyone.

"Fine... you know what we should just go..." Racheal said, having cooled off a bit.

"Alright..." Willow said, walking down the large hill.

"Just... tell me..."

"I will only tell you this. Someone is going to die, someone that was never meant for death... an innocent so innocent... it's tragic"

"Wait! Willow... stop... your not making any sense"

"There's nothing more I can tell you..." Willow had become somewhat bitter.

"Who will die?" Racheal said, tears streaming down her face.

"I cannot tell you... that is for Tatonia to say, if she wishes" Willow said, very near tears. Tatonia walked over to Racheal, holding on to her so she wouldn't fall.

"Peter Pan" was the only thing Tatonia could say before Racheal fell down.

"NO! NO! NO! NO! NO!! IT CAN'T HAPPEN..." she screamed in between sobs. She fell onto the ground in a huge heap... sorrow surrounded the scene of the three girls. "We have to save him"