Discalimer: I do not own any of the members of the Frst Circle, their children (minus two), and quite a few other characters do belong to me. Everyone not belonging to me belongs to the wonderful Anne Bishop. Without her, this story wouldn't be possible.

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It had been 18 years since she'd been born. She woke up to sun peeping through her bedroom window. She got up with a sigh and looked around her room. It was pink, everything was pink. Pink and frilly. Quite frankly, she hated it.

Her mother's name was Jaenelle, she was Witch. Her father was Daemon. He had once been known as the Sadist, but she hadn't known until recently why he'd been named that. After hearing the stories, she decided it had been an apt name.

She turned her thoughts away that for today. After all, it was a bright and sunny day. And it was her 18th birthday. Thinking this, she smiled. Of course, thinking of her birthday made her remember about Laurent her twin. Her smile faded and a grimace took over her features. She had to get him up now.

She sighed and slid out of bed. She took a quick shower and turned to the full length mirror in her room. The sun glinted off her birthright jewel. It was the Red. It was in a simple silver setting, making it all the more noticeable. Next, she looked at her body. She was about 5' 4" and 120 pounds. She had a full figured body with generous curves and jet black hair that fell to the back of her knees. Her eyes were emerald green. Her skin had a slight tan, making it look as though she always had glowing skin. In short, she was certain she was ugly.

Her whole life people had been telling her she was beautiful, but she was convinced it was because they were being nice. How can they possibly call me beautiful and mean it? I mean, look at my hair. It's just straight and hangs around my face. My eyes make me seem so out of place, and my skin always seems so... so blah. And my body. I'm just a skinny little nothing with nothing to work with.


She fussed with her hair for awhile. After about half an hour she sighed and admitted defeat. She just brushed and braided it like she always did. The only thing she did differently today was to add clips to her hair. The clips were wolves wrought in silver, with attention to every detail. The eyes were hard chips of emerald and it seemed as if the wolves watched people with cold amusement.

Omrah adored the clips. They were a gift from her father, one of the few pieces of 'jewelry' he'd ever bought her. Next she put on a dress. One of the few she owned. It was emerald green, the same shade as her eys and as the stones in her clips. The dress was slinky and fit her like a second skin. Her mother had given it to her at the same time her father gave her the clips. Her father gave the dress one look and said, "I hope that's a new dress for you darling. If Omrah leaves her room in that, I'll have to kill every man that looks her way." Her mother had just laughed and slapped him playfully. That was that in her mother's mind.

Omrah smiled as she remembered the argument that followed later that night. Things were broken and bruised, mostly it was her father's pride. In the end, Omrah got to keep the dress.

A small giggle escaped her lips, startling her out of her reverie. She looked at herself in the mirror. She might not feel like the beautiful vixen people called her, but she'd be damned if she couldn't play the part. She put an air of confidence around herself and put on a self-confideni smirk to complete the look.

She walked to the door, swinging her hips, opend it, and walked into the hall. She walked down the hall to her brother's room and walked right in. She walked up to his canopied bed and thought about pouncing on him, remembering her dress a second before she did so. She settled for pulling open the curtains on the window and then throwing the heavy curtains of his bed open. Laurent groaned and rolled over.

"Oh come on Laurent. You have to get up."

"Says who, you?"

She gave her brother a glare and growled at him. He always did that to her, it was the most maddening thing he could ever do.

"Fine, I'll just go downstairs with Alane myself then."

That did the trick. He was up out of bed and in the bathroom as soon as she'd finished speaking. Omrah let out a laugh. A deep, throaty, musical sound. She got her voice from her mother. She looked at the direction her brother had flown and shook her head.

She walked out of his room and downstairs. She really was going to see Alane, with or without him. Alane was the daughter of Gabrielle and Chaosti. She was a year younger than Laurent and Omrah, but she was one of the few who could stand to be around the two of them at the same time. Thinking along these lines, Omrah walked into Saetan's study and knew she'd find Alane there, browsing the books that lined the walls. At the sound of her footsteps, Alane turned around.

Alane was about 5'3" with straight, silver hair. She had a beautiful face, the kind of face men dreamed about, and the body to go with it. The most noticeable feature she had though, were her eyes. They were typical of her race, big and blue. It gave her the look of innocence that could put people at ease with her in a second. She was not as innocent as she looked though. She could be as ruthless as anyone else. She also happened to be a Queen and Healer. Her birthright was Sapphire, so she had the strength to back her up when her words weren't enough.

"Omrah!", Alane said surprised. "I thought you guys were still sleeping. I told Uncle Saetan that if you guys didn't get up soon, I was going to dunk you guys in the fountain."

Omrah grinned, "Oh really. How would you manage that one?"

"Well, I'd have to dunk you guys one at a time, and it would tire me out, but at least you'd be up. Besides, it would liven this place up. Everyone seems to be sleeping still."

Omrah let out another musical laugh. She hustled Alane out the door and toward the dining hall. It was only an hour past sunrise, but Alane must have conveniently forgotten that.

At this time, the hall was empty but there was still food that could be rustled up if you were hungry enough. Omrah had to practice soon anyway, so she abstained from eating more than toast and orange juice. Alane just chattered away about this and that happily.

Omrah sat straight up and cursed. "I forgot about practice today! I have to go change." Alane giggled and followed Omrah out and up the stairs.

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AN: Well that's it for chapter one. Please R&R to let me know if you'd like me to continue the story. Any review is welcome, even flames and criticism. Hopefully I'll see you in chapter two.