Disclaimer: this is a derivative work of fiction, as such I make no claim to any of the ideas or characters that belong to the various people who thought of them originally.
Advance notice: each chapter is based around a set event not length.
Feedback: this is my first published fan fiction so it is kind of necessary if you wish to: a) see this continued, and b) see any improvement in my writing
Sisters
The girl flowed through the Turok Han, dusting the vampires effortlessly, in much the same way as her sort-of descendant's centuries later.
"Last" she shouted to her guide, as she used the ribbon device the mages had given her to throw the last of the creatures into a tree, where it was impaled on a branch and dusted.
"So where did they move the city to this time?" asked the girl, as her Guide, a slightly older woman, wearing the same type of drab grey/green/brown clothes came forward, making a note of the number of vampires killed and in what time, and fashion.
"Closer to your tribal homelands. I believe this is the last test before we leave for the other galaxy."
"Will you be leaving with the other magi?"
"I have a different path to follow." Came the proud response as everything changed.
"What in the name of the Mother?" The Tarithna commented, as the open grassland became a crowded field of people wearing strange clothes, and by the sounds of it, speaking a strange language.