I know I should be working on my other fic but this one popped into my head and so I must write it. I have no clue if it will be good or bad so I will let ya'll decide.

Title: Usurping of Power

Place: Alternate Universe

Time: In the past, and in my imagination

Characters: Amy, Raye, Lita and Mina

Names Used:

Amy: Moira - the unwanted also known as the star of the sea

Mina: Caragh : Love

Lita: Dara - the son of the oak (in this case a girl)

Raye: Ashling: A vision or dream

These names are based on the Irish meaning. Which is actually how I got my pen name it means Sorrow of the Meadows, or Tears of the Meadows.

Now shall we begin.................................

In this day and age, the people here who held magic had only one hope. Well, four separate pieces to one puzzle. They had to come together, to save them all.

And here the legend starts.

Chapter one: The Legend

It was said that the four stars would be born to save a world reeked in havoc. Ruled by a murderous Queen and a Heartless King. They would be born of blood. Threw death they would thrive. Though they would be rejected by the ones meant to love them, they would save a world on the brink of destruction. They would be the shining stars that shown in the brilliant night sky. They would have the power of the Gods.

They would be different, they would be unknowing participants until the age of reckoning. One of each element. One of Water, one of Earth, one of Air and one of Fire. Together they would unite in sisterhood and become Akasha, the spirit of the people. The spirit of magic that was to make the world a place worth living.

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The soldiers had come, she ran with all her might, she knew what would happen if she were caught. If she were lucky they would kill her and let her rest in peace. Her long blue hair flew behind her as she reached a dead end. The rive was ravenous, it swirled and dipped. If she jumped she would surely drown. If she did not who knew what would happen. But in the time it took her to think this, the man was already upon her.

He grabbed her arm and threw her into a tree. He would have his way. He got what he wanted. He was the King. The following scene will not be recollected for its impure nature. Needless to say, when he was done, the woman looked all but dead. She was bruised and beaten. Her clothing torn to shreds. Blood running down her beautifully creamy skin.

The King smiled at his handiwork. No one was ever that feisty. He liked it when they fought. It made it all the more fun. The King turned his back and walked back to his other soldiers.

When he had made it to the camp, he saw why they were so proud. The local shrine maiden. This was very rare. No shrine maiden ever came out of their respective shrines. For they were pure, virgins until the end of their lives so that they could serve their God of Choice, with all the faithfulness of an innocent.

Her raven hair was down to her knee's, her violet eye's shown with the spirit of fire. Her clothing already ragged from being dragged out of the shrine. She was now in the middle of a circle of men. Though she knew her fate. Had foreseen it.

She bowed her head as the men parted like the Red Sea. A man with short black hair and eye's as blue as the ocean was upon her. She noticed the scowls of the men and their whispered words.

"He always takes them"

"Why can't we have her, we found her"

Were the whispers floating to her ears. She knew this man, Knew of his reputation. He came to her and picked up her already beaten body and took her to his tent. Hence the same scene as before followed as the same fate that the blue haired beauty had fell upon the raven haired beauty.

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He was sure those two were dead, they had to be. But his dreams were contradicting his thoughts. They would come for him and kill him. It was slowly driving him insane. He marched his soldiers down a lone road. No one really traveled this road. Yet today their was a lone carriage. Coming from the that carriage was the twinkling of feminine laughter.

There were two of them. He knew this would be more of a challenge, but he was up for. He had to get the other two out of his head.

He had two of his soldiers hide in the bushes and the rest ride on. He slowly approached the carriage, taking out his Bow and Arrow and stealthily killing the driver. Ignorant women, they didn't even have a guard with them.

As the carriage slowed the laughter stopped and a shrill silence encompassed the area. The to hidden soldier covered the other door as the King, pulled the door closest to him open. The sight before his eye's looked almost identical to his wife, her blonde hair was shorter though. He pulled her from the carriage hitting her over the head and loading her onto his horse.

The guards at the same time pulled open the door closest to them and pulled out a vision with long brown flowing hair. Doing the same in knocking her out. The made way to their camp.

Hours later the two woke to see the King in front of them pondering what he was going to do. The blond screamed as he unchained the brunet and took her behind a curtain. But was brutal in what he did, making sure that the blonde could here her screams. Those of agony and that of grief. When he was done she had heard a thud.

He walked out from behind the curtain, learing at the blonde now in front of him.

"You're the King your supposed to protect us." She yelled

"Yes, but this is the price for my protection of you." He said as he laughed unchaining her. She had the same fate as the three before her.

At the end of his tirade he returned to his wife, and his harem of women that lived in the castle. This man liked his women and would never give them up.

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Little did the King know that he had not killed them. Though in all appearances they looked dead. Lets us just call this divine intervention. Of a small man, who had found his daughter in a similar situation. He had hunted down the rest. For he had known was what to come of it. He knew and out of blood they will rise.

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Months passed as the women healed and their bellies swelled. They became the closest of friends. You could almost call them sisters. They had been hidden away to hide the state that they were in. Carefully made to look like Shrine Maidens in their swelled state. This was their safe house less the Queen find them.

In one day, Four girls were born and Four stars disappeared from the sky. Though the moon glowed brighter and the flowers smelled sweater. It was a day of rejoicing and morning, as the mothers were lead to the halls of the after life. And the children were raced away to different corners of the earth for their own protection. Four sisters separated before they ever met. Four bonds made, before any one knew what had happened.

So what do you think.