She walks downstairs, making sure her footsteps are silent.

Peering around the corner, she knows it's the correct way to go. If not, she could get killed. But then she sees it.

A huge beast stands in the center of the cafeteria. It's eyes bloodshot, it slowly turns around to face the girl watching from a distance. Her jet-black hair shimmers in the dull lighting, making her emeralds for eyes sparkle even more. When it howls. It charges at the girl, barking madly. 

She just stands there, unfazed as the monster runs closer and closer. When she jumps up and lands on its back. ln a calm and hollow voice, she whispers, "I know why you're doing this. But l'll help you."

The wolf she's riding stops in his tracks. The girl slowly climbs off and looks the beast in the eyes. "From now on, you will meet me here when the moon is brightest. You will be known as Ajax, strong warrior."

You see, this girl is Greek. Her name is Calisto Drea, meaning Beautiful Warrior.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

 "Wow, this place is awesome! Coolest comic  store ever!"

"Yup. Glad you like it."

A girl with maroon hair with a grey headband stands in the entrance of a huge comic book store with her older brother.

"Remember, only 10 bucks."

"WHAT? That'll buy my nothing."

"I'm sure it'll buy you something. Now you have 25 minutes before I come back."

The little girl sighs. Her older brother has a too-short attention span. She quickly finds the section with her possibly favorite manga, . Hack. "Woah! It has the 6th book!" She sits down and opens the book.

"I'm back... Lil' Sis?"

It's already been 25 minutes? That was way too short. The girl looks up from the eighth book of the series.

"So what's it gonna be?" The older boy kneels down next to the 14-year-old.

"I decided that whenever I want, we can come back here. I don't want anything." She declares.

He rolls his eyes."Let's go." He drags the otaku away.

This girl is Arabic. Her name is Jena. Meaning paradise.

~*~*~*~~*~*~*~*~*~*

A teenage girl sits in a bean-bag with a laptop when she hears something. "Sweetie, are you sure you don't want to do anything tonight? I could-"

It's her mom. "I'm fine. Right here is perfect right now. If I wanna go somewhere, I'll ask BBig Brother."

"Okay..."

She brushes a strand of teal hair out of her face. So why is it that no one cares about girls like us? She writes to an internet friend.

We're different. You should just accept the fact.

No. I won't. I know that we are'n different, just... Misunderstood, possibly?

Sure. Whatever you think.

This is the Australian girl, Zali, meaning special.

Well, that was a sucky prolouge. Oh well, I was running out of ideas. Also, hopefully the other chapters will make up for it.