Prologue

On our most mudane days we are far from ordinary, even as humans we are untouchable. We are the wives and daughters of Kings, Presidents, Ambasidors, Senetors & Diplomats. Those who hold the power in your world are our servants, the blood that runs through our veins is ancient. Many consider us to be myth or legend; The fight we face part of the ancient worlds, no longer in existiance. I assure you this is not the case. We are among you, We are your protectors, we are warriors agianst those who seek to force oppression and slavery upon you. We are the daughters Allea, Hypotitus, Clete. We are The Invoked. We, are Amazon.


-1-
I watched, frozen to the ground, as Jenna tried helplessly to fend off her attacker. What was she doing here, and more importantly who would want to hurt Jenna?

As the struggle ensued her attacker was momentarily illuminated by one of the streetlights lining the Avenue... Agatha Carroll.

This definitely was not right, Jenna should be home engrossed in one of her musty old books, and Agatha had nothing to do with Jenna, nothing to do with Jenna's world.

As they got closer Jenna was now the one illuminated by one of the old lamps and that was when I saw it. On her forearm she had a mark, the mark of a warrior, my mark. Agatha thought Jenna was me, the whole situation baffled me but seeing the mark had an instantaneous effect on my muscles.

One thing was sure, if Agatha thought Jenna was me she was most definitely going to kill her, and I could not under any circumstance let that happen.

My body finally kicked into gear as I made an all out sprint towards my sister and that is when it happened. I saw Agatha pulling the wooden staff from her overcoat and saw the flash of blue surrounding my sister.
Jenna's scream was the last thing I heard. She collapsed on the ground as Agatha vanished into the shadows, and the world around me went completely black.

*****
I sat up panting in my bed, covers wadded up in a mess around my legs. I rubbed my face an looked over at the clock, crap I was going to be so late.

I kicked my legs out of tangle of sheets and made my way to the bathroom. As i brushed my teeth i looked at myself in the mirror, and saw Jenna looking back.

We were exactly the same, every physical attribute a mirror image.
I spit in the sink and rinsed out my mouth, and walked back to my room.

I grabbed the first thing I saw and put it on; A ratty old LSU hoodie and jeans. I pulled my hair into a messy knot on top of my head, grabbed my bag and headed to the Institute.

I winced as I caught sight of myself in the hall mirror. Jenna wouldn't have been caught dead looking like this in public. Two years ago, i wouldn't have either, but things have changed.

-2-
Some people had a lot of nerve.
I blared on my horn as the guy in the shiny black sedan in front of me suddenly slammed on his breaks, and made a near ninety degree turn through oncoming traffic, into a Starbucks.

"Idiot!" I yelled at my windsheild. He could at least use his fancy blinkers.

Training had been more boring than usuall, so I cut my afternoon classes.

I had been in traffic for and hour and a half and now I was only three blocks from Founder's Hospital and in my agitated state one more idiotic driver was all it was going to take for me to abandon my car in the road and walk the rest of the way.

I rolled my shoulders, stretching my neck and forced myself to relax my grip on the wheel, trying in vain to release some tension. A thought flittered through my head about Kyle, my currently on-agian boyfriend, but i blocked it out.

Jenna was having a bad day, I needed to see her. Lately my presence was the only thing that could get her out of her "moods" if you could call them that.

It had been two years since the fight in the park and Jenna still hadn't woken up, well her body hadn't anyway. I was pulling into the parking lot when I felt her intensity spike.

This wasn't good.

Jenna is my twin, and that is putting it lightly. She is more like the other half of my soul.

Since the fight Jenna has been in what is easiest explained as a magically induced coma. Her mind is perfect. Her body is unblemished and healthy in every way. She just can't, or won't come out of it.

Her only contact with the outside world is through me. We can communicate, and she can flash images into my mind.

Today something was bothering her, deeply.

When she got like this it wasn't like a direct connection to her mind, everything was moving so fast it was like hearing rush hour traffic through your window.