-Upon a Star-[Semi-lit][Element Powers][Full]

[Shai]

Samuel awoke, his head throbbing. He opened his eyes, then instantly shut them, the flash of light making his head hurt even more. He forced himself to roll over, shading his eyes, before opening them. The first thing he noticed was that he was lying on sand. Very hot sand. He shaded his eyes, then looked around. He was in a desert of sorts, though it seemed rather small. Then he realized something else. His clothes had been replaced with a fiery colored suit, with a yellow-going-down-to-orange top, and orange-going-down-to-red pants. His shoes were red too, and he had a light blue belt on around his waist.

Suddenly, he felt a chill wind blowing on him, and on him only. It was a Force, pushing him towards the town he could see nearby. As he entered the dim streets, the wind changed to warm, but still it seemed to be pushing him towards the center of the town. Shortly he arrived, and the wind stopped. He looked around, and saw an old man, right in the exact center of the town.

((I'd write more, but I'm out of ideas at the moment...))

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Ahh.... Cabin 7... Ciara thought to herself, not hearing any arguing. Hang on, where are the other campers? In fact, she couldn't hear anything - not even the other campers' breathing. She slowly sat up, just in time to realise that she wasn't even near the floor. Carefully she looked down, seeing that she was in a really tall tree. There were no other trees near her, and there was a soft breeze rustling her skirts. Hang on, her skirts? She never wore skirts! And her hair was half-up, another thing she would never do.

Slowly she looked up at the sky, it was a soft blue with whisps of cloud being chased away by the wind. There was a fresh air smell, and the whole place was really quite calm and quiet. Until she slipped from the tree.

Ciara screamed as she fell from the tree, trying to grab any branches that she could. Unfortunately she couldn't, and closed her eyes so that she couldn't see when she would die. Her hair whipped her face, and her skirts were buffeted by the wind. She began wishing that she had never went to the camp, it was full of trouble and was pointless.

Eventually she reached the ground, but she didn't hurt herself. She landed in a pile of straw. Ciara got up, and felt like she was being tugged by the wind to go somewhere. As she walked she realised that she was wearing completely white, and realised that she honestly loved her outfit. It was different, unique, to what anyone would usually wear back home. But how had she changed clothes without realising it? At camp she had been wearing her Duck pyjamas, and here she was wearing white? She found it confusing, but sort of funny.

"How could this be worse?" Ciara asked herself, laughing slightly. Then she began to get cold. She had reached a town, and began realising that she had gone back in time. Everyone were wearing some sort of old fashioned clothing. Without realising it, she reached the main square. She looked around, worried, and didn't realise that she was walking into a girl. The girl was wearing aqua clothes, and she began apoligising for walking into her. "I'm sorry, I didn't see you there. How can I make it up to you? I'm so sorry!"

[Calypso Sky]

"Hi, welcome to the the Krusty Krab, may I take your ord--" Suddenly, Simon found himself whisked out of the dirty fast-food place and falling through darkness. Although he couldn't see anything, his ears were filled with sounds he had been longing to hear all his life. An elephant's trumpet, and then a lion's roar sounded through the black. Birds of all kinds called out, and he could hear the buzzing of bees and bugs. A snake's hiss seemed to come from his shoulder, but for whatever reason, he wasn't afraid. This seemed to last years, or it could have only been a few seconds, Simon could never tell. However long it took, eventually, the young boy hit the ground with a thud!, dazed.

As soon as he landed, the first thing Simon did was check the chain around his neck, to make sure it was still there. Sighing in relief when he felt it's cold comfort, he looked at the clothes he was wearing. He had on soft, brown trousers, and over that a beige tunic, tied in place with a thin rope. Sturdy leather boots were on his feet and covered the leggings, scuffed in some places. Although the clothes seemed ancient and medieval, they were better quality than anything he had ever worn at home. Right at Simon's feet was a small pool. He was so surprised in the reflection that he saw. His usual greasy, gelled-back hair had been washed and the curly locks fell on his forehead, the way his hair was when he was a kid. His eyebrow and nose piercings were completely gone, and there weren't any holes left from where they were. Weird... Simon thought, finally standing up and looking around.

Surrounding him were animals of all kinds, stamping their feet impatiently until the young man looked at all of them. Eyes wide with wonder, Simon didn't have time to feel afraid or excited or anything, because for whatever reason, he felt a strong pull towards something; far off in the distance he saw a town, and he knew he had to go. I'll never get there as soon as I want to! he thought, But wait... A large horse had clopped over to him and turned around, neighing. Quickly understanding, Simon leaped onto her back, the movement natural even though he had never seen a horse in all his life. Gripping with his legs and holding on tightly to the mane, Simon gave the horse a small kick and off they went.

Soon they reached the town, and instinctively Simon knew that it was a place for him alone to enter. He slithered off the horses back, out of breath but happier than he had ever been in his life. "Thank you, Horse," he crooned, kissing the muzzle of his companion before turning and walking onto the cobbled street.

It seemed deserted and empty, but Simon knew where he was going. Soon he came to an alley that felt like home. There were paintings of animals all over the walls of the street, and rats and mice scuttled beneath his feet. Finally, the alley ended in a square, with 11 alleys just like his branching into it. Four other streets were filled, and he could see that the one across from his was empty and... green looking. He felt drawn to it, but he didn't know why. In the middle was a man who looked like the devil. Just like the stuck-up white people back home, he thought bitterly. Deciding that all he could do was wait, Simon sat down, entertaining himself with the small animals that were beginning to crowd around him.

[Moondancer]

A small gasp was the only noise that signalled Gabriel's awakening. His pale blue eyes opened and then closed almost instantly as the piercing sunlight stung his eyes. He blinked rapidly for a while, adjusting to the sudden change of light, but eventually managed to keep his eyes open long enough to examine his surroundings. He was sprawled in the centre of a huge cornfield, the tall, yellowish stalks swaying gently to and fro. The stalks towered high above his head and would have even if he had been standing. Bright rays sunlight managed to break through the canopy that the corn had created but only in the spot he was lying, strangely enough. It was eerily silent, the only sound being the gentle whisper of the breeze.

He stood up on shaky legs, automatically lifting a hand to run through his hair like he always did when he was nervous. He was surprised to find that his curly hair, normally wild and impossible to tame, was tidy, pulled back into a ponytail at the base of his neck. Mystified, he glanced down, only just realizing that his clothes had been changed. Instead of his normal long-sleeved top and baggy blue jeans, he was wearing white trousers, a white dress shirt, a pale grey waistcoat and grey hessian boots. There was a dark grey bowler hat on the ground next to him, which he picked up and placed on his head, flattening the few stray curls that had already managed to work free of the ponytail. There was also a grey dress coat lying on the ground in a crumpled heap, which he picked up but didn't don just yet. He shrugged, quickly adjusting to the feel of the new clothes.

Without realizing it, Gabriel had begun walking, feeling a strange pull drawing him through the field. He was uncertain where he was going, but he figured anywhere was better than the middle of a cornfield. He froze for a moment, noticing something else rather strange. The small patch of sunlight he'd been resting in when he woke had followed him. Although the rest of the field was still bathed in sunlight, there was one brighter spot that seemed to be following wherever he went. He did a few experimental steps in different directions, just in case, and confirmed his theory. He shrugged again, though still confused. There was nothing he could do about it now and it wouldn’t do him any harm.

He began walking again, eventually coming to the edge of the field and stepping on to a small, cobblestoned street, still following the strange pull. He entered a town, his feet barely making a noise on the ground and the small patch of sunlight still following him, like a loyal dog trailing his footsteps.

He ended up in what he assumed was the town square, relieved to find a few others there, all dressed as strangely and looking as mystified as he assumed he must. Apart from one man, wearing an elegant top hat. He was the only one of the group that seemed to be certain and not at all confused by their current position. Intruiged, Gabriel began to approach.

[Calypso Sky]

((Bump?))

[Mah Wolfie]

The sounds of the chirping birds made the girls eyes twitch. A small drop of the washed up rain fell on her pale face and started to fall down, tickling her cheek gently as it hit the ground. The girl was named Evelyn. Her emerard eyes scanned the place around here. "What's going on?" Her voice sounding like an echo in the empy woods. Her hair fell down her shoulder as she sat up and looked around. The forest seemed so calm, beautiful. Which made Evelyn feel like home. But something was missing. Something was wrong. Eve wasn't the one to feel if something was bad or not, so she just let herself be drawn to a usual feeling.

As Evelyn walked threw the woods, she didn't even stop to think where was she. She looked down, noticing her clothes were different again. "What's going on?! Is someone there?!" She asked loudly, her eyes trying to find someone. "Hello?!" Her voice trembled as once again she got a strange feeling. It was like she was drawn to it. Her eyes twitched as she approached another, deeper part of the woods. Darker.

Evelyn walked gently and quietly, her dress falling down as she climbed the big routes of the trees. Her gentle hand would stop at every wounded tree and gently touch it. "I'm sorry...." A soft whisper would come from her lips and kiss the gentle leaves that would fall. She would walk away, not-knowing what would happen to the trees. Her dress fell down as she approached a big meadow, leaving the trees behind. Once again, that feeling came up. Evelyn tried to fight it, to turn back and find some help, but her feet kept walking to a direction she couldn't regognice.

Her feet lowed down on their own as Evelyn reached a small town squere. She couldn't notice the other people, untill her eyes started to scan the place around her. There were people, just like her. They were confused as much as she was, but she was way to afraid to say something. Her leave-green eyes stopped searching as she saw a strange man with even stranger clothes. "Who am I to judge? I don't even know who took me here with these clothes on!" She thought and sighted mentaly, giving up. Once again, her feet started to drag her to the man. Eve would have did something about it, but she felt likes he should.

[Calypso Sky]

((Buuuump))

[BlissfulFarrago]

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