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Glass Trinity

They built their kingdom from earth and fire and blood, upon fragile pillars of glass.

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Chapter One- Emery and Natalie Meet

Emery loved the peaceful sight of the ocean. The scent of heavy salt that would make anyone's eyes water. The coral formations of pinks, reds and yellows were worth more than gems and gold to her, more than her father could ever give her, peace.

She didn't care that her fingers were pruning, a sign that she's been in the water too long. Carefully, picking up a sea shell, she couldn't help but smile at its smooth surface.

Gently pushing purple bangs from her baby blue eyes, she turned around when she thought someone else was walking on the beach. A girl her age was standing on the sand, raven locks seemed to cover half of her face, covering one of her stormy grey eyes.

"Who are you?" the unnamed girl asked.

Emery only frowned at the girl's words. Pushing shoulder length hair behind her ears, she answered the girl's question "I'm Emery, who are you?"

"My name is of no importance," she said while blowing her raven locks out of her face, only for them to cover her eye again. Emery looked at what she was wearing, since that usually told her someone's status, however frowned when she saw the girl's worn out figure and clothes. Mismatched leather armour over faded black material.

"No it is important," Emery told her, the way she held herself spoke of a hard life, but her clothes spoke of a low status birth. "I give you my name, so it's only polite to give yours."

"Natalie."

"Well, it's nice to meet you Natalie."

"Emery, you shouldn't be here."

"This isn't your beach," Emery told her, while clenching bony fists. She might have been ten years old, but Emery Maeve Quirina was still lady, even if she had more angels than curves. "So why do you think you can tell me if I can be here or not."

"You're playing too close to our camp," Natalie told her, once again blowing her hair away from her eye. "I don't want to be responsible for your... premature death."

Emery was about to tell her that she was collecting sea shells, not for fun but for training. That she was training in what precious free time she had, since she had her political duties –she wasn't some child wasting time playing.

"Sister!"

A young girl ran to Natalie. The new girl was also wearing worn armour and clothes. It left her with a dry feeling in her mouth, wondering with clan would let children wear such worn out clothes, even if they were of low birth.

"Logan?" Natalie asked while looking at her younger sister. "I thought you had to at the camp? You know I was sent on a quick errand."

"Sorry." Logan said while tagging on her sister's skirt. One that looked to be seconds away from tearing. Not that she could say anything, since she was wearing an old dress. It was one that a fisherman's daughter had given her, the two of them were best friends, until she passed away in a storm. Her and her father were unlucky, Emery wore it out of her memory.

"Did something happen?"

"The general wanted to speak with you."

"He did?"

"It sounded urgent."

The older raven just messed up the girl's shoulder length hair. Something Emery thought looked out of place, simply because the girl looked so worn, so tired. However, she couldn't help, but smile at the cite sight.

These days little boys and girl were a luxury, one that the rich wanted to keep to themselves. Getting rid of any who weren't of noble blood.

"Who's she?" Logan asked pointing to the blue eye girl. Her dark blue eyes meeting light blue, as the six year old wondered why someone was near their camp.

"I'm Emery."

"Logan."

"You're cute."

"I'm not cute!"

"Logan, you are," Natalie told her sister, causing both Emery and Natalie to giggle at her pouting face. "Guess, we better go back. If it's urgent, then we don't want to make him wait."

"Wait, Natalie," Emery shouted, before putting her hands over her mouth. She didn't know what caused her to yell, but she wanted to know something.

"What?"

"Were you born on Christmas?" she asked. This would prove her theory about them being of low status, since only nobles celebrated... any holiday, while those of middle and low birth were left in the dark about them, expected to continue fighting, while they relaxed and enjoyed themselves.

"Christmas?" the two girls asked. Logan didn't know what the holiday was, nor did Natalie. Neither cared that they looked confused, since the purple haired girl giggled at them.

"Twenty-fifth of December."

"How do you know my birthday?"

"Your name means. 'Born on Christmas'."

"I have to go."