The dark goddess and the saint.

The portal closed, flashes of black and purple slipping back into the deep catacombs of infinity as the void of nothingness sunk in on itself until nothing was left to mark her entrance into this world. "where am i this time?" the raven haired goddess asked checking herself over to see what part of her hear had been left behind. It was almost second nature for the mage to enter the time vortex that transported her into a random dimension she had never been to but it always weighed on her mind. Why? What was the purpose of this new place, this new reinventing of herself. learning pathetic techniques she might or might not be able to use in the next shift. and then there was her......

She dropped her head allowing her thoughts to flood through every fiber of her being, her legs shaking under the strain of her weight, every muscle fighting against the force of gravity to keep her body erect while she fought simply to hold back the voices in her head. "lanaya....my love when will you remember your name. remember my face.... i.." suddenly the d to find a new power. an amazing unknown strength that rippled through from her inwardly turned heels up her buckling knees to pulse her body back to life. "this seems familiar.... Azeroth. this must be where she started at... maybe she's here." her heel raised from the ground, her body floating on air as resolve set in.

It was then that she saw him. His tall muscular figure. The look in his eyes. She slipped around the edge of The large elvish building wondering quietly to herself if it had been there the whole time or if this world was a trick.

"come out" he spoke his comrades gathered around listening intently. It was quickly becoming apparent that They had been gathered in some sort of meeting. whispers ushered about the circle as she stepped from the shadows her eyes resting on the man that would end up taking her under his wing.

"i..ii'm.... amber wakefield. " her mind flashed through options as the paper mask flashed across her face, innocence passing through her features. it would be too dangerous to show her darkness. she knew she would need to play nice until she learned more about the people around her.

And so her story begain, following the leader higashi in search of the love she knew would be here. Her form morphed slightly as she took up the skills of her class, learning to harness the powers of the warlock and flipping from guild to guild under the command of the man whose inner turmoil gleamed as heavily behind his paper smile as hers did. both trying to crack the other first and learn the truth.

Sweet. Now I can start building what I call "The Grand Climax...", but you will all know what I mean in time...lol

haha yeah i forgot. >.> and thanks. suprisingly enough i just typed that off the top of my head. lol