For 500 years, there was no change for them. Living through days which sometimes felt blessed, and sometimes feeling cursed. Among them where the odd days, where you could not say which of the two it would be. Troublesome as they were, those days did not happen often. On day, as she floated down the river, lightly drifting past a variety of species of insect and plants, she sat up from her relaxing sleep, to discover a place which was unfamiliar to her. Now having caught a glimpse of small lights hovering no more than millimeters from the water, she sat up with energy, being fulled through curiosity. Her long hair still spread across her vessel, had grown darker, and was continuing to do so as she sat up. From a hazelnut brown to an almost pitch black darkness, her hair looked as if it was dying. The atmosphere around her had grown pale, and cold as the lights went out, one by one. Worried beyond compare, she looked ahead to see what was before her. A passage through what seemed like ancient gates was all she could see ahead. Desperately thinking of where she could be, she grabbed her soft and still warm blanket, throwing it over herself as if to try and hide. Never had she seen or heard of this happening to anyone before, nor had the elders said anything of what was hidden along this river, for it was simply never known about. The Prime Cronus river gates. Most likely the rarest thing to be seen by any living human being, it was an ancient gate said only to allow those with righteous birth right. As this was completely unheard of, and they who had birth right had no way of knowing that they did, it had simply vanished from all knowledge. As the sun slowly set in the distance, and the stars began to shine, she carried on drifting through the passage way. Peeking through a hole in the blanket, she was mesmerized at what she had been able to see, and widened her eyes like a child receiving sweets. Her one eye had had enough, but the other had not seen, so she thrust the blanket from her and sat up with wandering eyes. The lights from before, now glistening brightly with every colour light she could think of, had surround her in every direction. Spread out across the water, into the trees and up into the air. Her body felt warmed, and her hair had become alive again, with her normal colour back. Her curiosity did not take long to decide what to do next. As she looked around, she caught the light of her favourite colour. As a child, she had seen a crystal which her father had once found, and traded for some money which they needed badly. She never wanted to let it go, not something as pretty as that. She asked her father what is was. “It’s an Amethyst crystal. And they are very, very rare.” Ever since then, she had thought that the radiant colour of purple which the amethyst crystal given out was the greatest she had seen. She wanted to find it again, but had never been able to. Now, at this moment, she reaching out. Not a second of regard of her safety, neither of the distance. She reached, and came closer and closer, almost touching. A great flash suddenly lit up everything around her, almost blinding her, before pushing her into her boat again. Knocked unconscious, she carried on drifting along the river. After having traveled for a vast amount of time, she finally regained her consciousness. Her head hurting, and her arm slightly bruised, she patted her sore head gently. After rubbing her eyes, she rested both arms next to her, looking around her to see where she had arrived. This did not last long, as her face and eyes widened quite a lot, quite quickly. As her head slowly tilted down, her mind had finally caught up, realising that her hands had been lit with a purple fire. She screamed as she had never before, flailing her arms all over, in a panic. Her hands then flew over the side of the vessel, into the water. Safe, she thought to her self, lifting them up out of the water, only to be shocked that they had not been extinguished. This time however, instead of her great panicking and such, she simply looked down at them, twisting her hands back and forth as she examined them. “What on earth is this?!” She cried out, having no idea how this could of happened to her. There wasn't any pain, or sensation of burning, just light, like a fire, flickering in her hands. This was, most definitely, a very odd day for her, and as she began remembering what had happened before hand, she started to think of what it meant.
