Arial Farrison
Owner of the Amethyst Air Bow
Ruins of Oxford University, UK
January 1, 2013- 7:00 AM

The sound of a calming breeze... The feeling of air hugging the skin... The smell of a fresh wind...

Arial slowly opened her eyes, the brown color of wood all she saw. She then immediately jumped up, hitting her head quite hard on the desk she seemed to still be under. "OW! Bloody little... What the...?" she said after a few rubs to the head. She adjusted her glasses and looked around to see she was still in her dorm room. Everything had fallen off the walls and shelves, which included her painting. She crawled out and walked to it before she gently picked it up from the floor and gave a small gasp at what she saw. It wasn't what she painted. It was some painting of what seemed silhouettes of six teens. They each looked like they were wielding weapons with jewels in them. One silhouette kinda resembled her and had what seemed to be an English Longbow with amethysts all over it. She stared with a confused expression before lying it aside and looking out the window. The world looked amess with cracks in the ground and fallen trees. It was eerily silent. Nothing, not even animals made a sound. "Becky!" She called out. Nothing. "Becky! Someone? Anyone!" Silence.

Then, her eyes caught a gleam of something. It was some sort of object with that Amethyst glow she saw before. It was leaning against the tree in the central square not far from her. She felt a pull, a yearning in her heart to go get it. She turned around, but stopped herself from darting out when she realized she was still in her nightgown. She quickly went to her closet and changed into her usual outfit. Surprisingly her clothes were untouched. She put on her long sleeve sky blue shirt and long flowing white skirt, along with her white socks and black dress shoes. She walked to her desk she was under earlier, even more surprised to see her jewelry and hair clips untouched. She clipped her bangs to the left as usual and put on her favorite amethyst necklace. Hey, if she ended up dying, at least she would die looking decent. After that she went out and down the stairs, as she noticed earlier her light wasn't on, nor was any light for that matter. She hurried out to the central square, panting a bit from her run. After a small rest she looked at the object. It was an English Longbow, decorated in real Amethyst jewels. It was gorgeous... She gently picked it up, feeling the real wood and jems.

But suddenly... All went white. She gave a small startled gasp and quickly looked around. She saw... Silhouettes. Silhouettes wielding weapons just like the strange picture! Her eyes looked to them all. A wielder of a Scottish Claymore adorned with garnets... A wielder of a large dual-headed warhammer, resembling a gavel and colored of orange amber... A wielder of a large jousting lance adorned with topaz... And a wielder of a double-edged axe adorned with emerald... She then looked down to her strong English Longbow that was adorned with Amethyst... Then suddenly everything disappeared and she was back at the square. She could hardly believe any of this. She had to be dreaming. Yet here she was, standing in a wrecked abandoned world with a strange weapon in her hands.

She heard a growl. It was low a rumbling behind her. She swiftly turned, eyes darting to land upon this misty grey figure. She froze, staring at it with wide eyes. It slowly advanced and she jumped back. Damn, what now!? This stupid bow had no arrows! "Stay back!" she yelled, but to no effect. It suddenly lunged and Arial took in a sharp breath. Then, it was if instinct took over. She reached behind her back like she was pulling a bow out of a holster. She felt a rush of energy going through her body so fast and then straight out of her palm. Wind whipped up fast and formed an arrow of air in her hand. She drew it back in the bow, to which the jems on the bow began to glow. She released and the arrow grazed the figures shoulder. It let out a cry and Arial stared wide eyed at her bow, which had ceased glowing, and then to her hand. "What in George's bloomers?" she said to herself.

No time to ponder what just happened. The creature was coming at her again! It's fight or die now!