A/N: Hey guys! Welcome to the first chapter (or more like really short intro. The chapters will get a lot longer.) of my newest story, "Aeturnus", meaning "eternal" in Latin. D I hope you guys enjoy it, and don't mind the odd title. I really don't think I'll have a definite title until I finish it. I guess it's just one of those stories. Leave me some reviews? Please? Puppy dog eyes

-Del

Chapter I

"Rin? Rin?!" The girl's voice rang in the air, flying over the fields as far as the eye could see. Her arms hung at her sides, her red hair blowing across her face.
"Rin." She let her voice trail off. Ena knew with out being told that her twin was gone. She cursed the knowledge that had come with the golden tattoo on her forehead. It bogged her down; she was only eight after all. She stared at the ground, kicking at it with the toe of her sandal. Although she wanted to, she wouldn't cry. There was just no way she was going to. She felt a cool hand rest on her shoulder, and looked up into the eyes of Elder Simel.
"Ena." His voice washed over her like a cool mountain stream. "You know Rin is gone."
"I know this. However, I will not accept it." Ena answered, her voice full of malice. Elder Simel sighed; Ena's spirit was as untamed and wild as the wind. It was so very fitting that the tattoo on her forehead that marked her as a priestess gifted with magic was that of the wind element. He wild purple eyes mirrored that ferocity also.
"You must accept what is true fact." Simel said. "Come, night is falling." He took Ena's hand and let her back into the stone sanctuary so aptly named The Sanctuary School of Rainvale. It was an old fortress that had been turned into a school for young children singled out to become priests and priestesses. Ena had been brought to the school when she was only four because of her extraordinary gifts. Rin's visit today had been a painful reminder to Ena of her far off home.
"True fact is painful." Ena stated bluntly when they were inside the high stonewalls.
"Sometimes." Simel responded.
"When it deals with raw, hated emotions and brutal life it is." Ena muttered, letting go of Elder Simel's hand and hurrying off to her quarters, her gray blue dress billowing out behind her. Every once and a while a student with a painful amount of knowledge came thought the school. Ena was that child of the current era.

Warm air wafted though the open window into Ciraah's room, making her eyes flutter.
Morning already? She thought groggily, propping herself up on her elbows. Sun was also spilling though the window, onto Ciraah's semi- concience body. She then sat all the way up, rubbing the cut on her arm from yesterday's mock battle. Sighing, she threw her legs over the side of her bed and stood up, stretching. Walking over to her trunk, she pulled out her shirt, tunic and pants, slipping out of her nightclothes and into the new ones. She strapped her belt and sword on, and lastly shoved her feet in her boots, opening the door of her room, and slipping out into the chaotic hallways. People ran all over the place, pages looking worried, squires trying to find where they were to go. The early mornings always wielded pandemonium. She walked down the hallway, wondering what she had to do today. As she drifted off into her mind, she was ambushed by her best friend, Teers, who came up and nearly tackled her to the ground.
"Teers!" She screeched in a annoyed panic.
"Good morning to you, Milady." He laughed at her.
"Hum. You really shouldn't try to kill me." She muttered, readjusting her sword.
"Nah, I guess I shouldn't." He said, grinning.
"Yeah. So, what are we doing today?" She asked him. Teers usually knew things like this.
"We, for one, haven't a blessed thing to do." He said happily.
"That's a first." She said, walking down the hall. "I'm sure we'll find something to do!"
"Of course we will! As long as it doesn't require burning this old place down." Teers said.
"No. I thought we could go terrorize and traumatize the little pages." Ciraah giggled.
"Ciraah. You live to havoc, don't you?" Teers sighted.
"Life is nothing without a little chaos." Ciraah said, grinning at him. He just threw up his hands in defeat and ran after her.