This is my new story for the Watty Awards! If you like it and want me to continue let me know ok? Because if no one is going to read it, theres no point it writing it now is there? Well ya and if yuo havent yet, check out my other story Werewolf Forest! Ok Here we gooooo!

~Alex

Ps. You pronounce the names Adira (uh-DEAR-uh) and Classire (Cla-SEAR) just so we have that out of the way....

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Lightning cracked and thunder boomed as Adira whirled in circles in the training field. Series of tornados whipped her opponents into them, causing them to fly into the air and land some yards away. There was but one left standing and she faced him, lightning coursing down her arms and her armada of swirling dervishes behind her, ready to strike.

The boy looked determined, though he was no match to her and they both knew it. He sent out a mere one tornado to match her five. He crouched down and hit the ground with his fists, causing it to rumble with thunder.

She never lost her balance for a moment as she put out her arms, sparking with electricity, and blasted the boy with a monstrous bolt of lightning. He jolted back and collapsed to the ground, his tornado sputtering to a halt as he fought with unconsciousness. She took a deep breath and let her tornados fade into nothing more than a whisper of wind and the lightning cease its sparking path on her forearms. She walked over to the boy, still on the ground, and reached a hand out to him.

"Good match, Collin," she said as she helped him up.

"If you consider five guys getting their asses kicked by one girl a good match...then yeah, good match." He smirked jokingly and shook their already joined hands.

She punched him lightly in the arm. "Well maybe if you trained more instead of gallivanting around with...oh who was it this week, Collin?"

"Sydney." He said rolling his eyes.

"Ah yes Sydney. Well maybe if you spent more time out here than with her, you wouldn't be getting your ass kicked by little old me." She took a drink from her canteen, the cool water soothing her throat that was dry from a hard days training.

"Adira!"

She turned to see Michael running towards her, his longish blond hair slightly wet from sweat. He had no shirt on and his silver Clash tattoo that spanned from his neck to his wrist was shimmering in the sunlight. Adira lifted her arm to see her tattoo doing the same.

"How's training going?" he asked, his breath shallow and heavy. He grabbed her canteen and gulped down the refreshing water.

"Yes Michael, sure you can have a drink from my canteen." She said sarcastically.

"Why thank you Adira." He winked at her. "Your father wants to discuss the arrangements today. And I'm sure my mother can't wait to help you pick out a dress."

Adira groaned at the mention of a dress. "Why do I have to where that cursed thing? I'll only trip."

"You'll do fine." Michael reassured her, throwing an arm over her shoulders. "Now come on, let's go wash up, they're expecting us."

They walked back through the large double doors that led from the training yard to the halls of the gray-stone castle, and parted ways at the stairs. Michael stayed on the ground floor, where his bedroom was, and Adira climbed step after step after step to get to hers which was on the highest floor, as was all of the Chief lines.

When she got into her room, she wet a cloth in her water basin and rubbed it on her face, trying to get as much sweat and grime off as she could. When she had finished, she took of her tight training clothes and put on the more comfortable baggy trousers and shirt she always wore. She tied her purple sash around her waist, the symbol of the chief line, and walked to the large meeting room where her parents awaited her.

She walked in to see her mother and father sitting on the red satin couch; their golden sashes glistening in the fire light. Her father stood to greet her.

"Hello, my daughter." He said, embracing her.

"Hello father. What is it you wanted to discus?"

He chuckled. "That's my Adira, always to the point." He sat back down beside her mother. "We will wait for Michael and then begin discussing the ceremony arrangements."

She nodded and took a seat in the deep purple chair next to the couch. Moments later, Michael sauntered through the doors, now in baggy clothes similar to Adira's and a green sash around his waist, a symbol of his father's high ranking in the Chiefs court.

"Hello Michael," said the Chief, shaking his hand. "I trust training is going well?"

"Yes sir," said Michael, a pleased and smug grin on his face. "Instructor Levi said that soon I will no longer need daily classes and has even offered me to assist him with the younger students."

"Wonderful!" exclaimed the Chief, clapping Michael on the back.

Adira cleared her throat. "Father?"

"Yes my dear?"

"The arrangements?"

"Oh yes of course!" her father could sometimes be a little absent minded, though only in his mid forties, his almost-black hair showing almost no sign of graying, and the laugh-lines next to his glistening gray-green eyes only now beginning to set in, sometimes he acted as if he was one of the elders, sitting up in their rooms and forgetting everyone's name.

Her father took his seat once again next to her mother and Michael took the chair next to Adira, grabbing her hand and interlacing their fingers.

"Well, dear," began her mother, flipping her waist-long chestnut hair behind her shoulder. "Classire and I have been looking at dress designs for you, and we think we found the perfect one!" her emerald green eyes were sparkling with excitement, and Adira was sure that her own only showed boredom and reluctance.

"That's wonderful mother!" She said, putting on a fake smile.

"Isn't it?" her mother went on, oblivious to her daughters dislike to the thought of a dress. "It's so beautiful sweetie! You'll love it. Classire is bringing it in as we speak so we can fit it."

Adira internally groaned. As much as she loved her mother and Classire, she loathed it when they tried to turn her into a dress up doll. Michael squeezed her hand reassuringly.

"Come along darling, she may already have it in my room!" She grabbed Adira's hand and rushed her out of the room. When they arrived at her mother's bedroom, Classire was indeed there with a dress form covered in burlap.

She herself was in a long dress that most of the ladies wore, beautiful, yet practical. It had no bodice but tied around the waist and flowed loosely down to her ankles. It was a deep blue that made her golden blond hair see to shine and her blue eyes seem all the bluer. A green sash was tied around her waist as well, looking much like seaweed in the ocean.

"Hello Adira," said Classire, embracing her in a hug. "It's good to see you. Now where is that son of mine?"

"He's with Ambros," Answered her mother.

"Oh well let's see you in this dress shall we?" She yanked off the burlap to reveal a deep blue dress with silver cords interlaced into swirl designs in the fabric. Unlike the ones her mother and Classire were wearing this dress was far from practical. The bodice was hard and could tie tight enough that she would barley be able to breathe. Under the beautiful blue fabric, there was layer after layer of white fabric to make the dress seem fuller.

'I'll be very surprised if I'm able to walk in this thing' she thought to herself as they were tying the corset. She felt the strings tighten until it seemed like her ribs were about to break.

Classire and her mother took a step back to look at her.

"You look gorgeous!" Exclaimed Classire. "Doesn't she Riana?"

"Oh, dear, you look so beautiful! When Michael sees you in this I doubt he will be able to keep his hands off of you!"

Adira grimaced as she looked in the mirror. The corset made her waist look much smaller than normal, or that is, should be normal, and pushed her breasts up to the point of looking twice as big as they were. The dress was strapless and thus left her shoulders bare, something that she was not used to, or comfortable with. She squirmed uncomfortably but found that it was incredibly hard to move. She could walk but other than that, any movement from her hips to below her shoulders was impossible.

"It's a little tall for you, but we'll fix that!" Exclaimed her mother. They took her out of the dress and she sighed with relief, vowing to never take her comfortable clothes for granted again.

"It's getting late, off to bed with you now." They shooed her out of the room and she walked down the hall way, visions of tripping on her way down the isle plaguing her mind. It was dark out, the only thing lighting the hallways was a few candles here and there.

She didn't feel much like sleeping, so she decided to go for a walk. She snuck out the front door and ran as fast as she could to the castle wall. There was a place behind some bushes that had crumbled to the point of making enough hand and foot holds for her to climb over. A large forest lay just outside the wall, a forest she had explored many times on night such as these.

She walked through the trees, a sparking ball of lighting in her hand to light the way. The forest was deathly silent, no birds, no crickets, only the sound of her footsteps. She stopped for a moment and sat by a tree, playing with the little ball of electricity in her hand.

Crack.

She jumped at the sound of a twig snapping.

"Who's there?" She called. No answer. "Show yourself!" Still no answer.

Crack.

She threw a bolt of lightning in the direction of the sound, and someone yelped in fear.

"Come out and maybe I won't hurt you." She said, holding her hand out ready to strike again if nessecary.

Someone cursed under their breath. A boy no older than twenty came out of the brush with his hands in the air. His dirty blond hair was spiking up all over the place and had remnants of leaves and sticks caught in it. His face had the scruff of a man who hadn't shaved in days and his amber eyes held a mix of fear, disappointment, and determination.

"Who are you?" She asked. He stayed silent. "Fine don't answer." She whispered. Two tornados began to tear up the ground on either side of her and the boys eyes widened in fear. He began to run but before he could get far, Adira punched the ground, sending and electrical current through it that shocked the boy, making him fall to the ground.

"This is Clash territory. What clan are you?" he turned around and blasted snow in her direction. She placed her tornados in front of her, making the snow fly to the side. "A Cyrztite eh? Well this'll teach you to trespass on our territory!" she stomped the ground, making it rumble in thunder and the boy lost his balance again. A lightning bolt flew from her hand...but it never reached him. She looked, confused; only to see something that would confuse her further. The boy, the supposed Cyrztite, was countering her lightning bolt...with one of his own.

'That's impossible...'

She lost focus for just a moment, but it was enough. His lightning bolt overpowered hers and it hit her full force. She lay on the ground, black dots swarming her vision before she finally blacked out.