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Alexandra: Hello...please R&R...um...*Blush* (someone's actually reading this O.O;) Well, if you read and review MY fic. I'll read and review YOUR fic. ^-^; Or…I'll just hope you'll R&R my fic and R&R your fic in hopes that you'll return the favor. ~.~; Well. I've done the disclaimer...R&R!

And...Thank you Lunar Trinity for the use of the name Vesuvia (Or Vesuvianite...same dif.)

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Prologue

A young girl stood in the wind. Her violet bangs blew in her paler face. She had violet bangs, dark blue hair, brown eyes, and a dark blue dress. She, Lady Dumortierite, was one of the nobles of the Crystal Land. In general, they would always stay to them selves. They were all named after a certain stone. Her two apprentices, Uranianite and Neptuneite, stood there behind her. Both of their black hair was tied back temporarily out of their faces. There were only ten survivors. Eleven, out of millions. Them and the "V" group, and last of all Hemimorphite.

The V group were the girls whom's name started with "V". They were lead by Vesuvianite, a Class-One Sorceress. Her hair was brown, green bangs, red ends, and purple eyes. She looked back toward the rest of her group of apprentices. Vanadinite, the girl with flaming red hair. She had brownish-red eyes and extremely thin eyebrows. Variscite, the weird green haired girl...even weirder than herself, she thought flatly. Then there was Vermiculite. The normal looking one. She had golden-yellow ends to her light brown hair. Mainly because of the sun. Vivianite, the the white-hared young girl with the normal-er name. And finally Volborthite whom's hair was blueish black, a combination of the two, and had green eyes.

???: "The city has been destroyed...and I may be only a third class sorceress...but that will not stop me...I'll find what the Outside calls [relics]. Created by the Aeons...No one else will do it, anyway...

A girl with shimmering light blue hair, white skin, and gray eyes. She stood up, pain still raking through her body. It was a close escape, she thought to herself, clutching her Morphite Staff, but she was still alive. No one really knew exactly what happened. Not really, but there was a guess. Pyrolusite, the black hared pyromaniac, was probably doing tests again when the laboratory blew up, starting a massive fire throughout the whole city. Her escape was merely by chance, being next to the fountain. When the main blast came, she jumped in, receiving minimal damage. Then, with the place on fire, she had to run. Unfortunately, the city was miles long. Dashing down the streets, she often got accidentally burnt. The worst occasion was when she was hit in the back by some burning wood. The girl shuddered at the memory before releasing herself from her disliked thoughts.

Hemimorphite: I shall find a [relic], save the city, and be in History Books...I will not be dead and forgotten...

She looked out at the sea next to the city.

Hemimorphite: Somewhere...somewhere there is a [relic] strong enough to do this...I know it. I will not be forgotten...

Still hardly able to stand, she clutched her staff tightly and leaned slightly on it while she walked slowly to the nearest docks three miles away. Far above, you could hear a phoenix's call within the clear night air.

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Alexandra: Ugh! I hate this chapter! If you wanna know, this IS a re-telling of ToF with Hemimorphite (Hemi). Sorry that this chappie's kinda bad...