A/N: This is the forth Fanfiction I have written, but it is my first attempt at a OC rewrite. Wootness! I am so happy to write this fanfiction. I know the pairing I am going to try for is pretty much done quite alot, but I am doing it anyway. OCxFai! I seriously love KuroFai but I am going for the OC and Fai pairing.

Disclaimer:Sadly, I do not own Tsubasa Chronicles. I do, however, own Emary, her wolrd and those associated with it.

Chapter 1: Black And White

The building shook as another shockwave echoed from deeper inside the building. Men, women and children ran, trying to make it to an exit as debris fell like rain from every direction. Paintings, tables, and galssware tumbled to the floor, causing people to trip and hinder their progress. It was complete chaos. However, a young girl, about seventeen years of age, pushed through the panicing people who were running in the opposite direction. Just behind her ran an older man, around forty-nine, right on her heels. His dark brown shoulder length hair just starting to show whisps of gray. A startling abstract to the girl's reddish-black hair. Both the girl's eyes and the older man's eyes glittered with determination.

"Damn it! These people are not helping!" The girl said in fustration, while shoving people out of her way as she fought her way through.

"We must be patient, young one. We are almost there." The older man scolded her.

Both continued to make their way through the throng, right on each others heels. People ran into them, screaming and shouting. They finally made it to the end of the main hall with a sighs of relief. They truned down a side hallway and found it nearly deserted. Another violent shake caused cracks to from in the walls and ceiling. The duo knew the building couldn't take much more.

The girl suddenly gasped, and bent over slightly. Worried, the older man crouched next to her.

"Emary? Are you alright?" He asked her, concern coloring his voice.

"I...I can feel it." Emary replied. Standing up a little strighter, she gazed down the hallway. Her yellow flecked green eyes slowly turned gray. "We have to hurry."

He sighed, but nodded anyway. Once more, they began making their way deeper into the building. They ran full speed, dodging columns, walls and even the ceiling a few times. The damage to the building was extensive. They finally made it to their destination. A large door, floor to ceiling, stood before them. The sound of insane laughter echoed from the other side of the door.

"Emary, are you sure you are okay? I mean he is on the other side of the door." The older man turned to Emary,
placing a hand on her shoulder.

Dark gray eyes met his questioning gaze. He noticed, pain, sadness and something else reflected in their depths.
"Yes I am, Teacher."

The older man watched her with deep concern. Emary wasn't only his student but,also, a daughter he never had. He sighed deeply and turned his attention to the door. Stepping up, both pushed on the door. With only a little amount of pressure, it swung open. Both student and teacher stepped into the room beyond. The sight in front of them made them stop in their tracks, too stunned to moved.

A young man, just a few years older than Emary, stood in the middle of the room . His snow white hair flew all around his head like a living thing. His head was thrown back, eyes closed. The insane laughter they had heard before entering the room floated from his lips and echoed around the room. The young man himself was not what made Emary and her teacher too shocked to move. It was what floated around the room around him.

Goldish-yellow magic spiraled off the young man like a minature hurricane. His magic was totally out of control and ricocheted off of everything in the room.

"BROTHER! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?" Emary yelled over her brother's insane laughter. She could feel her heart breaking,
seeing her brother in this state. Not to mention everything else in the room.

The young man finally stopped laughing and turned so he was facing the two. Bright green-flecked yellow eyes, over-flowing with insanity and power, stared at Emary in the eyes. His eyes the exact opposite of her own made Emary's heart shatter even more. This man was no longer the brother she knew. Silent tears flowed unnoticed down her cheeks. The white haired man's head cocked to the side as he watched the student and teacher who stood in front of him. A strange smile lit up his face.

"Dear sister mine." Emary flinched involuntarily at the childhood nickname. "Look at all this power! If I had known taking power from other mages and everything around me was this easy, I would have done it years ago! Even elementalist can have their connections with nature severed and I can steal that power!"

"This is not the right way to get power, Taren." Emary's teacher stepped up next to her. He squared his shoulders as he stared at the deranged young man.

Taren smirked." You are a mage, but i don't feel like draining you." Taren reached behind him and pulled a sword covered in blood from its place on his back. "But, dear sister mine, your powers as an elementalist are more powerful than any other elementalist." Her older brother took a step forward."So, your powers will be mine!"

Emary quickly threw up a wind sheild as he ran across the room toward her. He covered the distance between them in seconds. His sword swung up in a deadly arch and flew toward her head. The out-of-control magic that had been floating aimlessly around the room flew instantly to Taren and was absorbed into his sword. She had not been expecting such a move from her brother. The sword hit her wond sheild with not only his own strengh behind the blow but also his magic and all the magic that had been absorbed into his blade. The sword hit her wind sheild, but instead of being reflected, her shield began to crack. Bloodlust grew in Taren's eyes as Emary's stared at him in shock. One thing filtered through her as her sheild finally gave and shattered.

'My older brother is seriously willing to kill me.'

Taren's blade screamed through the air as it continued toward its previous course: His sister's head. At that moment, she knew her brother was lost. But she could not move to protect herself. It was as if that knowledge had turned her limbs into lead. Suddenly, a flash of color blocked her view of her brother, then blood splattered through the air. It took her a few seconds to realize what had happened.

"Teacher!" She shouted in shock. Emary feel to her knees next to her teacher. Her brother laughed, drawing in all the magic still left floating around the room. Taren was so enraptured by the magic gathering around him, he ignored Emary and her teacher.

"Child." her teacher spoke to her, his voice cracking with pain. One of his hands were presssed firmly to his wound to help slow the blood loss."Your brother is lost, as you well know. And, sadly, our world has begun to die. I know you can feel it. You are an elementalist, after all."

"Yes. I can feel it." She admitted softly.

He reached out and grabbed her hand. A small smile lit up his face."You, however, must live. Someone has done this to your brother. Someone steered him down this path. For what I do not know." He caughed harshly, blood appearing at the corner of his mouth. "Plus, you once told me you were looking for something. To find your answers, as I know good and well that is what you want, I will send you to someone who can help you."

Emary began to protest, but her teacher had already began chanting.

"What about you?"She asked.

"Do not worry about me. Just go get your answers." His chanting took a higher pitch. A large purple seal appeared beneath her. Without any warning she began to fall.

The last glimpse of her dying world was her teacher's smiling face and his word's "Good luck." Then the darkness consumed him and her world.

Her fall came to an abrunt end. At first Emary was completely confused, but when she moved her hand she felt something soft under her hands. She turned her head and noticed it was grass. She could feel the sun's rays beating down on her. Glancing around in confusion from her sprawled position on the ground she saw a black haired women with unusual red eyes walking toward her. A black haired young man with glasses followed her. They both stopped a few feet from her.

"I was not expecting you. But, I can tell the journey that is about to begin concerns you as well." The women told her. "Something has changed and this change has now brought you into the journey."

"Do you mean the ones you were telling me we needed to prepare for just a little while ago?" The young man asked watching Emary, who was still lying on the ground.

"Yes." The woman answered.

Emary's gray eyes turned purple with confusion. She sat up slowly, watching the two strangers. Then she stood up,
brushing herself off.

She turned to the woman."Who are you? And where am I?" she asked. She looked around noticing, for the first time,
a building behind the two strangers. The buildings style reminded her of the Japanese style she had read about in books.

"I am Yuuko, the dimensional witch. As for where you are, you are at my shop that grants wishes." Yuuko looked Emary up and down. "You are an elementalist, correct? You have a strong connection with the elements and nature."

Emary reached up and brushed away the access tears she had let fall earlier."how did you know that?"

"I know much about you, though I wasn't expecting you. It is my job to know my customers so that I can grant their wishes." Purple and red eyes stared intently at one another." Your eyes give away your emotions. You have a wish don't you?"

Emary blinked as the witch changed the subject from one to another."Yes. I want to find out who influenced my brother to follow the path he did."

"That wish would be easier to accomplish if you make the wish that truely lyes in your heart." The red-eyed woman answered.

She just stared at the witch, her purple eyes deep in thought. She tried to search through her mind to find the wish she truely wanted granted.

"Think on it as our other guests arrive. I know what your wish is that you want granted but, you yourself, must accept it."

Emary began to open her mouth to ask what she meant, but the witch had already truned to look to her side. Just then a large blob fell from the sky. It split apart to unveil a young man with dark brown hair and eyes. A pair of googles hung around his neck along with a dark green cloak. He had a young woman in his arms with light brown short hair that just reached her shoulders. By their outfits, Emary could tell they were from very warm climates. Both were younger than her own seventeen years. The sky suddenly went dark as they landed and soon rain hit them in a torrent.

The boy suddenly looked up and stared intently at Yuuko. Desperation colored his voice and reflected in his eyes.

"Are you the space-time witch?"

MasterThief: The chapters for this fanfiction will be way longer than what I usually write. I thought I would give this a try. Hope you all like it! I went kind of a different direction then most OC fanfictions I have read. It was hard to think up a character that hadn't already been used. Like someone who knows everyone's past, trying to protect Sakura or a OC whose a mage. But, I finally figured out one that work's for Emary. I have always loved Mokona telling the preview for the next episode of Tsubasa chronicles so, yeah...Plus I want to give the reader a preview of what to expect in the next chapter.

Mokona:Pyuu! Emary-chan meets some interesting people! Who are they? What is the journey Yuuko-san was talking about? What is Emary-chan's wish and what will she be willing to give away to grant her wish? Find out next time on: Tsubasa Reservior Chronicles: Finding One's Path Chapter 2 Unplanned paths!