She stared into her mirror, her heavily kohl lined eyes a deep green-blue with worry.  Today was the day, the Ceremony of Light.  Today would be the deciding day as to which of her lovedguards would become her guardian.  Slowly she tore her gaze from her reflection and turned back to the ramblings of her beloved sister.  A smile graced her red painted lips as she listened to the daily life of her sister's household, mentaly noteing that her Sara would make a wonderful mother.
All to soon, the temple guard came to take her to the Circle.  She hugged her sister close and stood, fastening the wide silver and green girdle around her waist to keep her robe secure.  She fell into step with the guards and moved deeper into the sacred place.  She stopped infront of her teacher, the High Piestess raked her gaze over her slight form, searching for any error.  seeing nothing was at fault, she pushed open the doors behind her and motioned the young woman to enter.
Slowly she moved into the room, her soft silvered leather sandles making no sound against the warm stone floor.  Eventually she stood in the center of the round room, her eyes closed, her arms crossed across her chest.  At a precice moment, when the sun shone down directly into the chamber, she dropped her arms to her side, the emralds in her jewlry traceing trails of green fire behind her. Taking this green fire she turned slowly, creating an emerald circle around her.  Stopping where she started, her eyes opened and she fianaly spoke.  "An'garat shotu." at her words, aproximatly fifteen men entered the room, encircling her outside the green barrier, kneeling hands resting on there knees, foreheads touching the gorund.  She turned around, eyeing each of the men she had grown to love like brothers, focusing on each of the bowed heads.  Holding up her left hand, she closed her eyes, "Chogen." letting the flames around her choose her best guardian, she kept her eyes closed as her guards stood in unison and began walking towards her.  Eventually she felt a hand touch her left shoulder, and another touch her right.  Opening her eyes, she tried to keep her composure.  Something had gone wrong!  Two were standing infront of her.  She looked up into deep blue saphires and dark, warm brown orbs before gulping and closing the ceremony.  "El hige grad Chogen.  I'nya Tier'garat grad shotoru na."  the green fire dwindled and she slowly sunk to the floor, exausted and confused.

--A brief descritpion of terms written above--
An An'garat is a guard, trained to work in large groups to protect likely priestesses. A Tier'garat is a Guardian, chosen from the guards and if the guards think of their charge like a young sister. The guardians tend to be a bit more...protective? possesive? of them. Normaly only one Tier'garat out of the many An'garat are chosen by the ceremony of light to guard their charge.


Qin'yatta : beloved noble one, said from those of lesser rank to those of noble rank
An'yatta  : dearest, litteral translation is dearest lesser one, like Qin'yatta, but from noble rank to    those of lesser rank
An'garat shota :  Guard/s enter
Chogen  :  Choose
El hige grad chogen. I'nya Tier'garat grad shotoru na. :  The fire has chosen, my guardian has stepped forth.

--The next part is in first person. It will be changed later--

"It is not accepted, the ceremony must be done again!"  I winced from my kneeling position at the whip like crack of the priest's voice.  I felt the bristling of my two tier'garat behind me at his slander.
"Priest, hold your toung." my priestess spoke in her calm voice.  "Wethere it is accepted or not, it HAS happened. Why can you not think that maby she is the one we wait for?"
"The Saphire?! Obsurd."  The priest spat venomously at me.  "Look at the girl.  No fire, no breeding, certainly no power.  She is a simple apprentice who some how foild our hallowed ritiuals and has stepped out of her bounds."
As his hatefull words wash over me, I start to bristle in anger, my gaze hardening as I glare down at the tile benieth me.
"Are yu still obsessing over her foreign heritage?" My priestess sounded amazed and annoyed.  "It matters not that she started as a slave, she was called to service with in our walls, and within our walls all are equal."  I shuddered, as her voice turned icy as she chastised the priest and I thought I heard a soft chuckle from one of the two men behind me.
"You wish to test her then Minerva? Fine!" the priest spat and spun to face me, his hateful brown eyes focusing on me.  He flicked his wrist, and a flash of metal left his hands aimed at my heart.  Before I could react, Erroyl moved infront of me.  I heard the grunt of him being hit and he fell back against my kneeling form.  I gasped, catching him in my weak arms.  A thrown blade lay embeded in his chest, blood oozing out from around its cruel length.  Tears came unbidden to my blue eyes and I looked up at the smirking priest.
"Heal him oh great Saphire." He mocked me with his voice.  "He lays dieing because he believed in a lie!" that man's eyes widened as my other Tier'garat moved towards him, his hands raised, casting some spell.  
My gaze returned to my wounded Erroyl, my hand hovering over the blade in his chest.  His eyes opened, hazy and unseeing, turning their warm golden gaze upon me.  "Q...Qin'yatta..." he gasped softly, and my heart constricted to hear him reduced to such a state.  "This tier'garat has served you but...but a few short days. I...I am glad I have saved you..." His eyes fluttered closed and his pulse slowed.  
I screamed.
Warmth flowed through me as I reached to pull the evil blade from his chst.  Blue flame courced over my hands and fed themeselves into the horrid wound.  I could feel his heart trying to pump, could feel the jagged wound in his lung.  Some how I mended it, some how I strengthened his heart, some how I gave him some of the red lifeforce that cources through us all.  I heard him take a deep breath and saw his eyes open again.
"Qin'yatta?" he breathed, his voice weak, "I...live?" I nodded once and he smiled.  I felt another approach me and I looked up to see my sandy haired one.  With a brief smile to him, my gaze turned to the hatefull little man who tortured me for the past twelve years. Aparently my tier'garat had left his fate to me and had mearly frozen him in place.  How thoughtful.
"You questioned the Ceremony of Light, false priest." my voice deepened as words came un bidden to my lips.  "You questioned my fate and you questioned your own high priestess." I pointed one long, thin finger at him, power flickering over my arm and crackling at the nail tip.  "You have transgressed against a beloved tier'garat and wished to kill a new priestess before she could defend herself.  Priest, begone!" and somehow, he was gone from this existance.
The world spun and blessed darkness took away my pain.