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Emma was on her way back home from class at this time, and as usual, she walked briskly and quietly. She had a long, painful walk ahead of her, as usual. Even despite all that had been happening recently, it seemed as if her days still went by as normal. It was another day with her, walking during a sunset she couldn't enjoy, her head hung low to avoid any possible eye contact or unwanted attention. Another day where people whispered as they passed, musing on what dark spells she was cooking up. The irony of it all, was that the people blamed her for the appearance of these monsters, even when she had publicly fought them. She knew deep down, that they knew she was protecting them. After all, no one had shot her yet even when she appeared in the same place as the odd creatures. Or perhaps it was just because her blade was more effective than thier bullets. As usual, what little good she'd done for the world was used and abused, and then tossed aside with no credit to her.

She lifted her left hand only slightly and looked at it. Remembering the blade that had been in it only a night ago. For some reason she felt at ease... happy even, just having it in hand. It was if her burdens lifted as she lifted it, it was such an odd feeling to her. She closed her hand, sighed, and dropped it. Her time would come soon anyway. In her lack of attention, she barely bumped into a man as she passed him, who then proceeded to shout obscenities at her. She held a straight face the whole time, staring him directly in the eyes. Soon, unnerved by her empty red glare, he stopped and stared, frozen in fear. " As I thought, all talk," she thought to herself as she stared him down.

"Come" A light yet firm voice echoed through her head without reason.

She was surprised to say the least and almost accidentally a faint black wind swirled around her left hand, condensing and expanding until in it's wake appeared a eerie, black sword. Her surprise lasted a moment more, only to be replaced by a faint smile. The man who had been yelling at her panicked and began to call out for help after seeing the sword, obviously thinking she was about to turn it on him. her blade glowed a faint purple as it practically drank the fear radiating from those around her. She would have laughed if she had actually meant to summon it. Suddenly, the purple glow intensified and faded to white, a color she'd never seen on it. It then began to lift itself, and Emma with it, who was now holding on with both hands to keep from dropping it. White energy bursted from the blade and converged on a single point out of the way of the commotion, summoning a stone archway sporting pure steel double doors. "What the hell?" she asked no one in particular as she floated there for a moment. She was then dropped flat on her a**. Emma only had a moment to think upon her sword acting on its own before the door opened, revealing a large red vortex that sucked her in a moment later.

She went in without a sound and the door slammed shut behind her disappearing a second later. She tried to remain calm, but this only worked so well. She was still confused to no end and yet, something within her was excited. Maybe it was just the prospect of her boring daily routine being interrupted by something so over-the-top.

Emma fell for what felt like an eternity. She had no sights nor sounds to go by as to how long she had been falling, or how far. However, she didn't feel as if she were falling down or gaining velocity as much as she felt herself falling forward. Just them she was met with another bright light and a moment later she found herself face down in an unknown glade.

To say that the tree here were huge was an understatement. They barely let any sunlight, weak as it already was, through, casting a shadow over the area, only outdone by the blackened earth beneath her. Despite the splitting pain in her head, she stood and wandered about, wanting to know more about where she was. This didn't look anything like Isariu or, a city at all for that matter. She smiled at the thought. she was anywhere but home, how convenient.

She wandered about for quite a while through underbrush and foliage before she came to another clearing, following what looked to be a bird. It was rather beautiful, sporting white and gold feathers. She'd never seen a bird like it. Her musings were interrupted by the sight of a man, upon whom the bird had decided to perch. She stopped for a moment and locked eyes with him. She wasn't in Isariu anymore, so she had a good reason to trust him more than the usual bystander, and yet, she was still on edge, just because of her usual dealings with people. That, and she had no idea who he was or what he was doing there. It didn't help that the two were in a forest out in the middle of nowhere.

While he stood occipied with the bird she took a moment to size up the man. He was muscular, but of an average build. He was a bit taller than her, but he seemed to be around her age, maybe a little older. He could definitely pose a threat, but he didn't seem outright dangerous.

Just then her turned his attention to her and in an instant he summoned a sword almost juxtaposed in color to hers and summoned a blue flame to cloak it. She wasn't sure what was going on but she responded in kind before answering his question, summoning her sword in a swirl of dark wind, similar to that of a darkspawn appearing, to her left hand to be held in a defensive position. It sported a purple glow, reacting to both of thier fear and confusion. She briefly took a moment to gently push the bird aside before responding, " No, in fact, I was kinda hoping you lived here."

She held a glare in his direction. It was not a look of malice, but one of determination. She wouldn't fight if she could avoid it, but she wanted to make sure he knew there'd be no mercy should a fight break out. " Friend or Foe? Speak quickly." she was attempting to define the situation before anything got out of hand.

Well that confirmed quite a few things, though he said one sentence. Though neither one of them seemed ready to drop thier guard, the sentiment was shared that both had been brought here and neither one knew where the hell they were. As frustrating as it was to admit, Emma knew she was burning the bridge with possibly the only ally she could have in the area. "He started it..." she thought to herself.

Just then she heard a voice from behind the young man. A moment later her sword disappeared into a puff of black smoke without her permission. She stood confused for a moment, wondering where it had went. Her expression slowly drooped as the negative feelings flowed back into her. She wasn't sure who or what this old man was, but he had a definite power over her and this Auron guy, that she could tell. " Waiting? More like dragged us here." she remarked coldly. "Just who are you? And how do you know our names?" She had about 5 more questions but she stopped there to let the old man answer.