Jade: Prlogue

By: D-Chan

The waves crashed against the boat, rocking it gently. Her gaze was towards the place she had left behind. Whisps of curly fire-red hair were blown across her face. She knew the sailors were staring, and bit her lip as to keep herself from laughing. People always stared at her, but there were two different reasons for them. The normal ones held their gazes on her for the wild, beautiful fiery hair that had grown past her shoulders, her large, almond-shaped green eyes, and her pale translucent skin. "A goddess," some whispered. Or, "An angel sent straight down from heaven to watch over us." How true, for without Jade, the world would die.

And then there was the enemy's look. Icy hatred for her powers; wanting to capture her so that they could control the galaxies. Anyone who was a Stokar gave her looks of greed for her power, hatred at her cleverness, jealousy of her strength.

And these sailors were her enemy, thinking that disguised as really nice sailors willing to help her get away from the Stokars that had been after her just hours ago. But Jade knew. Once they got to the 'dock', the sailors would find a way to render her unconcious, or maybe even kill her if she put up too much of a struggle. But she was smart. Once they got there, she wouldn't wait for them to tie the boat up. Instead, she would simply make her escape then.

"Miss Jade," a disguised Stokar said. "We're almost there." He was tall, with dark brown hair and evil pale blue eyes that would have frightened a normal human.

"Why, thank you," Jade said in a soft, innocent voice. Not her real voice, of course. But necessary precautions was the first thing she had learned from the group she fought with and was protected with in very precarious times; Silver Blood.

She turned her gaze to the dock, and smiled faintly. She could see the shapes of someone. She were coming to make sure she got away safely. "It's our mission," one of her freinds, Blaise, had informed her when she protested for their safety.

"And you know we can't ignore our mission," Timmy had said softly. Others had nodded in agreement, and Jade had finally caved in.

"Ma'am," the sailor whom she had spoken to ealier rested a hand on her shoulder. "We've arrived at your desired destination."

Jade glanced up. "Really?" she said, feigning innocence. "This doesn't look like the place I requested."

"That's right."

"JADE!"

She looked up and saw Francesca waving to her frantically. "Jade, NOW!"

Jade stood and grabbed ahold of a wooden plank of the dock. "HEY!" one of the Stokars yelled. She ignored it and pulled herself up.

"Dangerous!" Francesca grinned, then grabbed her hand and ran. "C'mon! Timmy and Gabriel are waiting for us at the train station!"

"I don't think so," a Stokar Jade knew very well growled. His name was Nicholas, one of her former friends. But the Stokars had convinced him to succomb to their ideas that power was everything, and to gain power, they needed Jade.

"JADE!" Francesca yelled as she looked back at her old friend. "Forget him! You're life's at stake here, and if your life is on the line, so is the world's!" Jade jerked her head back to her new friend and nodded stiffly.

"C'mon!" The three Stokars ran after Francesca and Jade.

Francesca cursed. "Jade! NOW!" Jade grabbed her friend's hand in a tight grip and ran as fast as she could, dragging the girl along with her. "JAAAAAADE!!!" she yelped when her head just missed a wooden pole. They kept running, avoiding the stares of people as the two girls ran and three men chased after them.

The train's doors closed as the neared it. "We won't make it!" Francesca wailed. But Jade made a sharp turn and ran down a few ally ways and up above an underground railroad where the train would emerge soon. "What are you doing?!" Francesca screamed. As usual, Jade ignored her, and when the train started to pass beneath them, Jade jumped, a tight hold on Francesca's mid-section. She landed smoothly, but lost her grip on her shorter friend. She gave a startled, horrified noise and grabbed her friend's hand before she fell off. "Thank you," Francesca said breathlessly.

Jade smiled at her friend. Francesca was two inches shorter than her own five foot six, one year older at the age of seventeen, straight, fine blond hair that Jade herself was so jealous of, as many other girls who saw Francesca. She had bronze skin and large, bright blue eyes. "No problem." She looked around. "Let's find an entrance," she continued in her throbbing, slightly husky voice, her real voice.

Francesca smiled at Jade. Special Jade, the one who could save the world or destroy it. Special Jade, with her wild main of fiery hair and sparkling green eyes and pale, creamy skin.

Special Jade, whom Francesca was in love with.