Chibi-Meower : Hello everyone, and welcome to chapter three of "The Gifted Four : Shield of Epiphany"! I finally found my notebook again, so I can continue to work! Anywaaayys… I introduce Analyse Elizabeth Mosell!

Analyse : It's Ana!

C-M : Whatever. Anyways, I am glad to bring on the third chapter that is my fan fic!

A : piff…

C-M : be quiet… it's starting!


The Gifted Four—Shield of Epiphany

Chapter 3—Lost

What is love? A simple affection for one another? Or something much more…? A young girl sat and pondered this underneath a tree in the shade… but she had long lost this feeling of love, much a while ago. One event lost that feeling, that lusting feeling for one person… when she was born… She could not truly say she knew the memory, but she could say she knew it was there. In the back of her mind it sat, waiting for her to need it.

The girl was only eleven now, with her long black hair with its sweet curls resting in the soft, green grass. Her gray-green eyes stared through the land hoping for an answer to her long sought question. Her mother and father stood inside a home, with her older brother. She was a pureblood magician, and all these long days only to remain for her letter. Owls flew back and forth from the home, transmitting the messages they carry from one person to another. She knew this process well, and was only to sit and await the letter to come that day.

It would tell her of Hogwarts, which her brother was a student of, and which she would soon be. The wind blew gently as the girl rested, awaiting her fate. Her view shifter to her right ankle, which always lay in the air. Upon it was placed a lilac cross, which seemed to pain her often. Her mother said the legendry wizard, Harry Potter, had a lightning bolt-shaped scar on his forehead, and it burned when an event with the dark lord was to occur. Analyse did not know if her scar was like his, but only thought so. It would seem right. She had lost something, gained a scar, and had a memory of a dark man…

Her eyes shifted into her mind, remembering the night it happened, only to frustrate her more. Who was he…? Why did he pick her? What was behind his actions? She only pondered a moment, to turn her eyes to something from the horizon. Her letter was here.

She took the owl's note, and rushed indoors. She waved the letter around before sitting down on the wooden chair by the table, to open the yellowed-letter. Her hand slid beneath the seal, and pulled out a few letters. The first two were for supplies and directions to the building, mainly aimed to her parents, and the last was a letter addressed to her name. It told her to take a person to Diagon ally. She was to take a girl by the name of Noria.

The girl was apparently muggleborn, and Ana was to help her get supplies. Her family was a pureblood magic family, and had a good deal of money to spare to help the girl. Ana was instructed to take the girl at night to Diagon ally, and she had to return Noria before light.


C-M : Well, that's it for now!

Noria : Yay! I got mentioned!

A : Uh-huh, I take you to… yeah… well, you already know.

Emrys : What about me? I'm not a pureblood, let alone halfblood!

C-M : You'll see…

N : She has it all figured out!

A : I would reckon she would.

C-M : And I do. So there.

E : I wanna knoooow…

C-M : Not telling! Readers are reading still!

E : Really! They like reading you ramble on?

C-M : Apparently so.

N : That's sad. I live in your head, and I hate listening to you ramble on…

A : You shouldn't have said thaaat…

C-M : I will pretend you didn't say that, Noria.

N : heh heh.

C-M : Anyways, End of Chapter three! Come back for the next portion of my story to tell! 3