Okay, her goes Chapter one. First off, i'd like to thank anyone who's taken an interest in this story. This chapter is kinda crappy, at least i thik so. So, sorry about that ahead of time. This basically just explains what happens when they all meet again, and tells what the organization wants from them. Now, on we go.

Disclaimer: I only own the story idea, nothing else, so lawyers, BACK OFF!!

SEVEN YEARS LATER…

In the midst of a dense forest, two figures wandered, looking for an appropriate place to spend the night. Their pale blonde hair shone in the light of the setting sun. Both were tall, or at least a little taller than they had been all of those years before. The one had short hair, as he had before, but her figure was a little more filled out, and her muscles were slightly more developed due to her training with two swords.

The other, though she too had plenty of muscle on her body as well, was a little more feminine. Her body had filled out a little more, and had any man chosen to pursue her, he would have started to drool. Her hair was about shoulder length, stopping just above the hilt of the large claymore that was on her back. However, even though she had changed, there were two things that hadn't. The one thing was her attitude, the other, well…

Helens stomach growled, and it didn't go unnoticed by either her or Deneve. "Helen, are you hungry again? I'm starting to wonder if I should start calling you a glutton."

"Hey, I can't help it that I eat more than the average warrior." She said the whole thing with a playful on her face.

Deneve couldn't help but shake her head and smile. She was used to it after spending such a long time with her friend.

Helen was digging in her pack for an apple when the smell of something wonderful met her nose. She sniffed a few more times, her nose taking in the delightful scent of cooking meat and spices.

Her action didn't go unnoticed by Deneve. "Helen, what are you doing?"

"Can't you smell that?"

Deneve raised an eyebrow and tentatively sniffed the air. She too noticed the smell. "I do now."

Helen started walking off in the direction that the smell was coming from. "Helen what are you doing?"

"Going to wherever that smell is coming from." she replied as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "I may like my apples Deneve, but personally, right now I feel like something else, and that smells wonderful!"

"And what are you going to do if there are humans there? Just walk in and steal the food?"

"Yep!" Helen replied, a smile evident on her face. She started walking again, and Deneve just stared at her retreating back.

The short haired ex-Claymore stared for a few seconds before letting out a sigh. She shook her head and followed her excitable friend. 'What am I going to do with her?'

Five minutes later, the two of them were looking over a small clearing. A small fire was burning in the midst of it, over which the body of what looked like a rather large lizard was slowly roasting. The occupant of the clearing was not one they had been expecting though. Her sword was stuck in the ground and she was leaning against it, her back to the two of them.

"It's one of us." Helen whispered as she stared at the woman in the clearing, whose hair stopped just short of her shoulders. For some reason, the Claymore in the clearing had a familiar feeling youki, or what little bit she was letting off.

"Is it anyone we know?" Deneve inquired, also wondering why the youki felt so very familiar.

"Give me a second, would ya?" Helen was squinting at the figure, trying to see the make out the symbol on the woman's sword. Her eyes opened in surprise as she quickly recognized it.

Before Deneve could say or do anything, Helen drew her sword, jumped out of the trees, and swung at the woman, only to be blocked by the woman's sword. A smile appeared on her face. "Well I'll be damned! Clare!!"

Deneve looked at the young woman in front of them. It was indeed Clare. The ex-Claymore hadn't changed very much in all the years that they hadn't seen her, but there we're a few small changes in her appearance. She was a little taller, standing about five foot two inches. Her body had filled out considerably, as every curve was accentuated by the leather outfit that she was wearing (Think something like Irene when she gave Clare her arm).

"Helen?" Clare was looking at her friend with wide eyes when Deneve decided to walk out of the foliage. "Deneve?"

"Good to see you Clare." She said it with a smile, while Helen had a big smirk on her face.

Clare however, merely smiled her own small smile. "Good to see you both."

Helen looked around the campsite. There was something missing, but she wasn't sure what it was until she spotted a broadsword that wasn't much smaller than theirs. Helen decided to have a little bit of fun with her friend. "So Clare, where's your little boy toy? Isn't he with you anymore?"

Clare sent a glare Helen's way, who only smiled a mischievous little smile. Clare then just smiled. "He's gone out to find some wood for the fire. He should be back soon."

They were about to ask some more, before a new voice spoke up, "I see that coincidence does occur in the unlikeliest of moments."

They all turned to see Miria walking through the tress, her face the picture of calm that it always was, even with the small smile that was on her lips.

She drew her claymore as soon as she walked into the clearing. With a smile on all of their faces, they all drew their claymores. Helen smirked a little, "Heh, together again after all these years."

Crossing their claymores, Miria said, "Yes, it is good to see you all again."

"As it is you, Miria," Clare said with a smile on her face as she placed her sword in the ground once more, while the others sheathed theirs.

Miria started to look around as Helen had earlier, noticing exactly the same thing, "Clare, where is your young friend? Isn't he with you?"

"That's what I asked her!" Helen exclaimed. She turned back to Clare. "Come on Clare, where is he? I want to see this what a sexy hunk this boy of yours has grown into!"

"I must admit, I am curious as well Clare," Deneve spoke up, her curiosity actually sparked for once. "Where is Raki?" She wasn't the only one who remembered his name, but she was the only one who chose to speak it.

"Oh, is someone talking about me?" A man's voice broke through the air, attracting the attention of the four. Needless to say, Miria's, Helen's, and Deneve's jaws all dropped when they saw Raki. Well, at least as much as a Claymore's jaw would drop.

He was not the person, or should I say Claymore, that they had all remembered. He had changed completely. Where as he was shorter than Clare before, he was now at least a foot taller than her. He had a medium build with taught, lean muscles bulging under his tan pants and cream colored shirt. His face had actually surprised them the most. Whatever baby fat had been there was gone now, giving a handsome, very lean look. Surprisingly, he looked very much like Isley, except for the scar just above his left eye. This was the only difference, seeing as his hair had also turned the silvery blonde that Isley's had been, and had grown to be just past shoulder length. As for his eyes, though still silver, they looked as if they were created from the purest of the precious ore, for they sparkled like the actual metal in the light of the fire.

The three women stared at the man in front of them, while Clare was smirking to herself on the inside. Raki though, was blushing under the scrutiny of their gazes. Laughing nervously he asked, "What is it? Is there something on my face?"

Galatea. The third strongest warrior in the organization. Many feared and respected the woman, save for the warriors that had the number one and two positions. The only others who were not afraid of the woman's power were the members that ran the organization.

This simple fact led her to conclude that whoever it was that was walking up behind her belonged to one of those groups of people. Seeing as there wasn't a large amount of youki accompanying the approaching figure, it led her to conclude that it was one of the latter group.

Focusing her senses, she tried to find any small indications as to who it might be. Though the ones who led the organization were all emotionless bastards, each of them had certain small differences in their characteristics, movements, and personal scents. Based on what her ears and nose were telling her, she quickly discerned who it was. "Hello Rubel."

"I should know by now that there is no use trying to hide my presence when I approach you." The man stepped out of the shadows, his normal black outfit, hat and glasses present as always. "You can always tell it is me."

Galatea smirked slightly. "What can I do for you, Rubel?"

The man smiled his normal small smile. "I have a job for you Galatea."

A few days after their reunion, the four ex-Claymores and the single male Claymore in existence sat quietly around a fire, all of them silent.

Over the last several days the group had traveled together, catching up on old times, and exchanging information that they had gathered on the organization, or what little of it they could find out, over the last seven years. During the time that they had traveled together, they had come across Yoma in several different towns. Seems the organization wasn't keeping up with the spread for there were several Yoma in each town they visited.

The five of them, despite the fact that they were not part of the so-called organization anymore, cut down each of the monsters with relative ease. The people in the villages, though they were afraid when they approached, offered their gratitude, as well as the pay for slaying the Youma, despite the fact that a request to have them slain hadn't been made. They had refused the money, but asked instead for a place to spend the night, which the people obliged them kindly, even if they were still scared out of their wits.

The fact that they were staying in the villages though made some people wonder about them, and even prompted a few questions about them from some of the people in the villages.

The first of these questions had been many that the warriors were expecting, all of them asked by children young enough to not be afraid of them. It was the usual things, like 'Why are your eyes silver?' and other such things about the warriors. They had all regarded the young children as being curious, and answered the questions with a smile. Many mothers though, were still wary of them.

The second question that was asked though, was one that didn't shock them at all, and were surprised that it hadn't been asked as soon as they walked into town. It was in fact asked there first night that they had stayed at an inn…(A/N: Okay people, basically think dining room of an Inn in the Middle Ages here, cause were going on a little backtrack.)

"Who is that man that is with you ladies?" the old man running the Inn asked, his voice a little shaky. The subject of his question was currently sitting with Helen, both of them eating a rather large amount of food for a Claymore, while Helen was teasing Raki a little bit. Clare though, was keeping a wary eye on the two of them.

Miria took it upon herself to answer the man's question. "He is a companion of ours. He is also one of us."

He man looked at her, his voice still a little shaky. "O-one of y-you?"

"Yes," Clare said with a nod. "If our words are not proof enough, simply look at his eyes."

The man looked Raki's way, only to see the bright silver luster of the male's eyes, making his own widen by several degrees. "He… he really is one of you. A male Claymore! It's unheard of!"

The girls scowled at the name, mainly because they had expressed several times that it wasn't what they called themselves, but they decided to let it go.

Actually making the man notice what Raki was seemed to be a bad idea though. As soon as the man knew, he told his wife and family, and they told anyone who would listen. Soon, the townspeople were crowding the Inn to see the silver eyed man, for many of them had not noticed what he was when they came to the town. Many of the people though, seemed to be young village girls, all of them crowding to look at the handsome young man. All throughout the encounter, the warrior women were sending glares at said young village women.

The other question though, was a question that was asked to none other than Raki himself by Helen at dinner the second night. It was a question that left him… embarrassed to say the least.

Helen had just finished off a rather large meal, only to see Raki still tearing his own meal. 'His appetite is huge. I wonder though…' Smiling to herself, she drew closer to the man, who had just finished his last bite. That last bite though was promptly choked on as Helen took a generous squeeze of the area between his legs.

"Helen, what the hell are you doing?!". He didn't shout, and luckily for him, none of the people around him noticed what Helen was doing.

"Just answering a question of mine," Helen said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. She took another light squeeze. "Hmm, I see it's not just your appetite that's big. I might just have to make Clare share you."

"Share me?" His voice was laced with sincere confusion, which didn't really go unnoticed by Helen.

"Oh, don't play coy with me. I know that you and Clare have… you know…" She made a few hand gestures to indicate what she meant. (A/N: If you don't get this, you are a fucking idiot.)

To say Raki was red would be an understatement. The color could actually be called a dark puce. He shook his head furiously, his silvery hair swaying and tangling as he did. "N-no! We haven't!"

The surprise and shock registered on Helen's face for about two seconds before her smile returned to her face, this one twice as wide as the one before. She suddenly pulled herself closer to him, her fingers doing a little walk up his chest. "Is that so? So I guess that makes you a virgin then?" She wrapped and arm around his neck and her grin turned into a seductive smile. "Well, we'll just have to remedy that little situation now, won't we?"

Unfortunately for Helen, Clare was right behind her when she said that. It took all that Miria and Deneve had to keep her from cutting down her friend. The commotion did scare the people a little, but as long as they weren't directly involved, they didn't really worry all that much. Besides, Helen had quickly waved off her advance as a joke, while Raki had kept on blushing. For the rest of their trip though, Clare noticed that Helen's eyes were continually traveling in the direction of the young man.

It wasn't just her eyes either. Miria's eyes were also finding their way to Raki. Since she had become a warrior, she had never so much as looked at a man, let alone been in such close proximity of one so good looking. He was handsome, kind, and from what she could see from how he handled the Yoma he fought, he was as strong as her and the others, if not stronger. To say that she wasn't attracted would be a lie.

Deneve's eyes were finding their own way to Raki as well, but not out of attraction. It was out of curiosity. He was an enigma to her. He had fought against a pair of Yoma in the one city, and barely awakened his powers at all, his eyes not even changing to the fierce yellow color with slitted pupils. With this act, he killed them both without receiving a scratch to himself. This fact interested the woman, making her wish to know even more about the man that Clare found so important to herself.

Their actions remained unchanged, even on this night. As Clare and Raki slept, the other three women were staring at the man, his calm face glowing in the low light of the dying fire. They would have kept staring, if the light crunch of a twig snapping hadn't woke the two.

They all drew their swords from their positions in the ground, facing the direction that the sound had come from. A voice echoed through the darkness. "Old age must be coming on. I'm usually more careful than that." The voice was accompanied by the approach of a man in black clothes, a black hat, and small round black glasses.

"Rubel," Clare said, her voice seething, "what are you doing here?"

"Now Clare," Rubel said, his voice it's normal cheery tone, "whatever do you mean? There is only one time that I ever seek you out."

"You have got to be kidding me?!" Helen exclaimed. Raki though, was confused, as he had never seen Rubel before in his life.

"Um… Clare? Who is this man?" Said man turned to the young warrior, the small smile still present on his face.

"I see. So this is the first male warrior that the world has seen in centuries." He looked Raki over, like he was inspecting a piece of meat. "A fine specimen indeed." He was about to approach Raki, when Clare appeared in front of her love, her sword at the ready. "I see you are still protective of the boy as you ever were."

Clare ignored his remark, speaking to Raki, "Raki, this is the person who gave me my mission assignments. He works for the organization."

"Yeah," Helen interjected, "and the only reason he ever shows up is because of that."

Raki looked at the man now, his eyes suspicious. "So what… he's here to give us a mission?"

The man smiled again, "Yes, that's exactly what I'm here for."

Miria merely stepped forward, her own face set into a scowl. "We are not part of the organization, not anymore. Orders from you mean little more than nothing to us."

"Ah, but you forget," Rubel said, wagging his finger a little for emphasis, "you don't really have a choice in the matter. It's either work for us… or forfeit your lives."

As soon as he finished, two figures stepped from the shadows, claymores at the ready, both of them warriors that the warrior women instantly recognized. The tall form of Galatea made itself known, while the scarred visage of the one eyed Raphaela followed closely behind.

'Dammit!' was all that went through Clare's mind as her scowl deepened. The scowl disappeared after her view was blocked by Raki's muscled form, his own broadsword at the ready as he stared at the two women in front of him. "Raki, don't!!"

"Oh, the boy wants to fight us?" The voice they heard was an unexpected one, as it was Raphaela that spoke up. They weren't sure, but they could swear that there was a small amount of anticipation in her voice. Clare though, wasn't going to have it.

"Raki, no!!" She wrapped herself around him, as if trying to hold him back. Her actions made him turn to look at her from over his shoulder, his lustrous silver eyes catching her own worry filled ones.

"Clare, they're threatening to kill us if we don't listen," he said matter of factly. Raki, when it came to things like battle, had become more hardened over the years, much as Clare had been when he first met her, but only in those situations. Much like the one that they were in now. "What other action is there for me to take?"

Clare though, was much more emotional than she had been, especially when it came to him. "Don't fight them! Please! I don't want to see you hurt!" Memories of the fight with Priscilla came rushing back. Memories of Raki and how close she had been to losing him for good. She moved so that she was pressed into his back, the warmth of her tears soaking into his shirt. "I don't want you or anyone else to die."

'Clare…' all of the girls thought as they heard her words of concern for Raki, as well as themselves.

The three former warriors all looked at Rubel and the two single digit warriors. They could sense any other ill intentions toward them, aside from the ones used to threaten them into the mission. Begrudgingly, they place their claymores back on their backs.

Raki though, was a little more hesitant to relinquish his weapon. He glared at the three from the organization before he stuck his sword into the ground and said, "For Clare's sake." He turned to embrace her after that, stroking her hair in a calming gesture.

"Ah, young love," Rubel said, "but we have important matters to discuss." He sat after that, his two female attendant following suit. The former organization member sat as well, but they all kept a cautious eye on the three in front of them. Clare never left Raki's embrace.

"Now what is this about?" Miria asked in an impassive tone. "It must be incredibly important for you to hunt down four missing warriors, and a potentially dangerous male warrior."

"Yes, but it is necessary," Rubel said. "Isley is on the move again."

Though it didn't show on their faces, the five instantly understood why they were the ones being sought out. Helen spoke what each of them were thinking. "I get it. We're the only ones who've actually had contact with that bastard and lived. You came for us because we at least know a little of what he's capable of."

"Correct. The organization would like you to complete this mission. If you do, you will never hear from us again. You shall be free to do as you please, so long as no human lives are taken by you."

That one shocked them all real good, but that shock quickly dissipated. Except for Raki, they all knew that the organization would not honor such a promise. However, they were not in a position to bargain. For now they would have to play along.

"Great!" Helen said with an enthusiasm that sounded a little too real. "So what's the mission?"

Rubel smiled at the fact they were being so compliant. "The mission is a simple one. Keep Isley and his followers from getting to an artifact that would grant him unimaginable power."

"Unimaginable power?" Deneve asked with a raised eyebrow. "There is no such thing in this world. Save for Youma flesh and blood."

"Ah, but such an object does exist," Rubel said with a grin. "Tell me, what do the five of you know about Dragon Stones?"

The four female warriors all gave him a questioning look. What was he talking about? They had never heard of any such things. Clare was about to ask for details when she felt Raki shaking. She looked up at him to see his eye wide and his mouth agape. A fact that didn't go unnoticed by Rubel.

"Ah, it seems that the young man knows exactly what I'm talking about."

Raki swallowed the lump in his throat, and asked in a somewhat excited tone. "The stories are true? Dragon Stones really exist? But that means…"

"Yes my boy," Rubel said with a smirk, "they exist as well. Really now, you would question their existence when such creatures as Youma walk this world?"

Raki almost couldn't contain his excitement. "How big is the stone?"

"From what my superiors have told me, is must have come from a rather sizeable specimen, as it is supposedly as big as your fist.'

Raki's jaw was hanging open at the information. "Amazing…" He closed his mouth though when his four female companions gave him odd looks. "What is it? What's wrong?"

"Raki, how do you know what he speaks of?" asked a concerned looking Clare.

Now it was Raki's turn to give them a questioning look. "You mean that none of you ever heard the stories?"

"It is understandable," Rubel said. "Usually, such tales were told to young men more than they were to young women."

"Raki, what is he talking about?" asked a now curious Clare.

"He is talking about tales of dragons."

The women all raised their eyebrows. Of course they had heard of the legendary scaled creatures, but never paid much attention to the stories. Seems that Raki did though.

"My father used to tell me and my brother stories about dragons before he died," Raki continued, "He told us about men who would go to try and kill them; to prove themselves as great warriors against creatures that were deemed as strong, if not stronger than an Abyssal One."

The women who heard this couldn't believe it. Helen even snorted. It was ridiculous. Mere humans going up against a creature that was stronger than an Abyssal One? It was not a question of stupidity, but rather sanity. To do something so foolish was suicide. Despite their thoughts though, they continued to listen.

"From the stories he told us, dragons varied in size from that of small horses to that of small mountains, their power usually equivalent to their size. The bigger the dragon, the more powerful it was."

"Yeah, we kind of figured that," Helen said with a deadpanned expression. Clare shot her a dirty look, but Raki continued as if she hadn't said anything.

"The small ones were easy enough to kill, but the largest ones could make someone like Isley sweat. These were the ones that were the most sought after. Many men lost their lives trying to slay them, and the lucky few who managed to do that still didn't make it. However, through these battles, Dragon Stones were formed."

The warrior women were really interested now. "Raki, just what is a Dragon Stone?" Helen asked.

"A Dragon Stone is a crystal formed from the blood of dragon. Specifically, the last drop of a dragon's blood. When the last drop of blood leaves a dragon's body, it hardens into a stone as hard as diamond. It is said that whoever holds a Dragon Stone holds the power of the dragon that it came from."

"You are well formed indeed, my boy," Rubel stated. "Yes, that is indeed the case."

Miria now looked shocked. "If what you say is true, then a stone of such size…"

"… Could lay waste to the land and everything in it. Correct, Miria." Rubel finished.

"Then what the hell are we waiting for?! Where the hell are we supposed to go?!" Pretty much needless to say that this was Helen.

"I thought you might see things my way," Rubel said with a smile. "Now, on with the details…" As he spoke, Clare couldn't help but keep a cautious eye on the man and feel like there was something that he wasn't telling them.

The mission took them further south, the weather growing steadily warmer until they reached their destination.

According to Rubel, who they still didn't trust as far as they could throw him, even though that was pretty far for all of them, the stone was located in a city called Rozen. It was a city much like Rabona, except that it was more accepting of the warriors of the organization. And like Rabona, there was a cathedral in the center of the city.

From what they could see of their view of the city though, this was no house of God. It looked more like a temple devoted to creatures of myth. It was a large temple, adorned with carvings and statues of creatures ranging from Pegasus to Hydras. The most noticeable feature though was the dragon's head that served as the entrance to the temple.

"They really know how to put on a show in this city, don't they?" Helen asked. The others couldn't help but agree with her as they stared at the temple in the middle of the city.

Half an hour later, they were walking through the city gates. The men standing guard paid them little attention, if any at all. It was odd to the group, since they had scared the people in every city that they had come to so far.

Of course, what happened at the gate was nothing compared to the reaction that they got when they were in the city. The men were bowing to them, smiles bright on their faces. As for the women, well… they were blushing. All of their eyes focusing directly onto one thing: Raki. A fact that wasn't going unnoticed by Clare, who was seething anger at this point.

"Oh, calm down Clare," Helen said with an accompanied slap on the shoulder, "What the hell are you so worried about? He's completely devoted to you!"

"Helen does have a point Clare," Deneve said, "Raki wouldn't leave you for one of these human women."

Clare eyed Raki for a moment, his face impassive at the thought of all those women fawning over him. During that moment, she was reassured by their words. Well, she was until Helen jumped on his back, her arms wrapped around his neck.

"That's right Clare! I mean really! Why would he leave you for one of them when he could have either me, Miria, or Deneve?"

Much to Clare's chagrin, Miria turned red at that statement, while Raki started to sweat and blush a little. If Claymore's face-faulted, then Clare would have at Helen's next words.

"Or we could just share him amongst ourselves. I'm sure he wouldn't object to that. I mean, who in their right minds would object to four hot women like us?"

Now Raki was really starting to sweat. Mainly for two reasons. One, because Clare was glaring at him like she wanted to slice his head off, and two, because he was a little hot under the collar at the moment from Helen pressing against his back.

"Helen, I believe that you are making him uncomfortable." Deneve spoke up.

"Really?" Helen said with raised eyebrows. She took a look at his face and saw the slight blush on his face. "Huh, guess I am."

He was mentally thanking Deneve at that point, because he thought that Helen was gonna get off of him now. No such luck.

"But he's so cute!!" She pulled closer to him, and she even kissed him on the cheek. He picked up a faint scraping noise, only to realize that it was Clare grinding her teeth.

"Helen, if you value your life, I suggest that you get off of him." Miria stated, her face now without it's blush.

Helen complied with her words, but Raki was still blushing, and Clare was still glaring. Deneve though, was taking great interest in the people around them. They had never received this kind of welcome in any region of the continent. Why were the people being so friendly here?

The fact that they were more than welcome here was even more evident when a group of three people came up to them. "Welcome to our city, Great Ones." They all were wearing robes of a deep blood red color, and they were all bowing as they spoke. "You are the ones who have come about the stone, correct?"

They group was still a little wary, and surprised, of the fact that they were being bowed to and welcomed so graciously that they all just nodded.

The three of them smiled widely. "Then please, follow us to the temple." They turned to walk away, the group following close, but still very confused at the actions of the people in the city.

The temple was just as big on the inside as it was on the outside. The halls and rooms were massive, the same carvings and creatures that covered the outside lining the walls and doorways. It was truly a thing of beauty.

The group of warriors stood waiting in one of the larger and more extravagant rooms of the temple, waiting for the one that the one's who brought them there called the head priest.

Just like the rest of the temple, the room was decorated with carvings of various mythical creatures. Helen was actually examining one of the larger carvings of a snake creature with eyes made of ruby. She wasn't sure what it was, but she had to admit that it was a creature that even Youma would have been afraid of.

Her thoughts, and everyone else's, were interrupted when an elderly man walked into the room. He was wearing the same blood red robes as the people that had brought them there, as well as a warm smile on his face.

"Ah, welcome Great Ones." he said in a wizened, gravely voice. "Please, allow me to be the first to formally welcome you to our humble city."

He approached Raki, the same smile on his face. He knelt before the male warrior. What happened next surprised all of them even more than the actions of the people when they had entered the city. Reaching out, he took one of Raki's hands into his own, and kissed it before holding it to his forehead and saying, "Welcome to the city of Rozen, my Lord and Ladies. I, Lucius, you're humble servant, am at your beck and call."

At that point, Raki wasn't sure whether to be embarrassed or grateful. He slowly withdrew his hand, while Miria chose this time to speak. "Lucius, why do you welcome us so? What have we done here to warrant such praise?"

The old priest looked up at her, the same smile present that had been earlier. "My Lady, please forgive me for my thoughtlessness, as I am sure that you all have many questions." Miria merely nodded. "To answer you my Lady, it is only right that myself and the people of this city treat you as they do."

"But why?" Clare asked, stepping to him. "We have done nothing to warrant this."

"But you have my Lady." Lucius said. "To a city of people that worships demons and mythical creatures alike, there is no one more worthy of praise than you, the ones with the power of demons at your command."

Okay, and that's chapter one. Again, sorry if it was crappy, especially the end. I thought that them finding out that they were in a city where the people would practically worship them would make for a good end.