On an island of the Fifth Series, the birds fluttered and sang as usual, the creatures of the rainforest their audience, screeching, growling, yelping their encores and praises.

But they were silenced as an electrical hum drowned them out, a small blue ball of electrical energy appearing out of nowhere. The hum grew louder and louder, continuing to drown out the screeches of disapproval. The ball then suddenly expanded, scortching anything that was in the way. The ground was blackened, trees dissolved into nothingness. As the ball stayed up, humans walked out. Ten of them. They made haste as soon as they passed out of the blue confines to cock back their guns, covering all sides of the ball, four large German Shepards posted at the corners, growling. An eleventh man stepped out, then began to shout orders as the ball disappeared.

"Bedecken Sie die Flanken!" The man looked around, his blue eyes scanning the surroundings with a look of mixed amazement and caution. "Wir wissen nicht, dass was heraus dort ist, seien Sie zu allem bereit, aber feuern Sie NICHT ab, es sei denn ich es bestelle!" The man then pulled out a rifle, loading a feathered dart. His mission was not to kill; it was to collect. "Vorwort!"

Eloise groaned, and pulled her arms through a simple, ebony colored coat as she pulled the front door open with her foot. She pawed some of her hair that had seemingly purposefully decided to dangle in front of her face away from it, and crammed a solitary piece of toast into her mouth as she just skipped down the front step, out into the open sunshine. The door eventually clicked shut behind her, and she walked off down the front path of her home. She gave a little bit of a hop to get her right arm into her jacket, eventually prevailing. Once she got out onto the pavement, she slowed a little, though still chewing on what was left of her battered toast. It was rather early, probably around 7:30, but she had always been a bit of a night owl, waking naturally earlier than her parents, and many of her acquaintances. She liked to be prepared, though a lot of the time things seemed to go wrong, and something strange would happen in the day to her, auspicious or otherwise.

Eloise whirled her head left and right, though she didn't expect there to be very much traffic in the morning. She crossed, marching briskly, to the other side, eventually reaching the opposite pavement. She slowed once again, now turning left towards one of the coasts of the island. She took in her surroundings, looking at all the pale-colored buildings, and the tall palm trees circling the town, signaling the border between nature and human creation. She had arranged to meet with one of the fishermen from this part of the island for some lessons. She had always been put into the fishing lifestyle, and she had been in a rather elated mood yesterday, as she had just discovered she was able to shift some liquid from one place to another, something she had been trying to do for years, never succeeding. But apparently that kind of pattern ran throughout her family, always being fairly late comers to the talents of the Half Bred.

She eventually reached the border, and stepped through a gap in the line of trees, her sneakers sinking slightly into the soft, heated sand of South Beach. She carried on walking, until she was nearer to the middle of the beach, before turning, and walking along the length. Old Man Fredrickson would inevitably be sat in his hut, fixing up his fishing rod or inventing some new wacky thing to attach to the things. Sometimes you would see him travelling along the beach, from his home in the center of the town down to his cabin in the dunes. He wasn't strange, obsessed, or anything. In fact, he was quite the opposite, and Eloise had grown to like him very much, having known him for a long time, and spent a lot of time with him through her life. She had a lot of respect for him, and at times would come to him for consolation. Her grandparents resided on another of the worlds in this Series, and they would come over to visit once or twice a year, in which time they would be constantly setting out rules for Eloise, telling her how to go through with her life, what to do for jobs, and whatever else they could try to control about her life. And quite frankly, she hated it. Now, she would usually go out, and spend the whole day away when they came, sometimes going out onto the beach, painting, helping out in various places, and return late in the evening, usually only receiving at most 10 minutes of lectures from them. It all worked perfectly, in her opinion and it gave her a lot of time to dedicate herself to what she liked doing most. Not that she didn't have a good relationship with her parents, she just liked to be outdoors, exploring, training, and whatever else she could muster up the energy for. her father would usually be working, while her mother either stayed at home doing housework, or she would be bustling about the market, selling items of trivial worth, or helping others set up their stalls, giving advice out by the handful.

After a while of strolling along the sand, the wind whistling gently through her hair, the sun beating down upon the land, and the water washing against the shore, Eloise reached the bumpiest bit of the beach, dotted with large dunes, and with various dips and flat areas imbetween. She walked the path she had memorized perfectly, slipping and sliding down the side of a dune, until she reached a fairly well centered area in the dunes, where a medium-sized shack resided, with many windows, and various decorations along the wooden walls, overall presenting a rather homely residence. She leaped down the last bit of sand, and walked up to the door, letting out a little knock on the door to the hut.

A girl stood outside a cave with a bag and a pail of water, she smiled at her surroundings they were comfortable. She loved nature. This place was magic to her the best place in all of Series Five, their home.

Her Name was Neni Niwa, she was a 14 and a half year old girl, with short silky black hair and large blue eyes. She blinked and looked back at the cave almost speaking but she closed her mouth without a word. She wondered vaguely where he had gotten off to, Her brother Eien Niwa, was her twin and in all her likeness. They had always been together, were always together and would forever be together. Just like they were named to be.

Series five hadn't prevented that no one would. She glanced towards the cave again, moving her arms as the water sloshed around in the pail. She could hear footsteps. She closed her eyes listening closely wondering where they were coming from, she smiled for a second turning to the cave. To greet the newcomer.

-Eien Niwa-

He hadn't meant to be in the cave so long, he had just stopped by to explore leaving his sister safely outside promising to be back within a few minutes....but time had passed and it become more than a few minutes, But something about this cave made him want to explore he hadn't meant to leave her behind this long, usually she wouldn't be out of his sight for a second. Series five was a dangerous horrible place.

He hated it, it wasn't right for his sister, it beauty was a lie, He wanted to go somewhere where just the two of them would live.Someplace outside of series five....that's why he explored, of course the idea of them living in this cave was monstrous...for one thing they'd still be in Series five. He sighed finding nothing and turned back. And automatically had no idea where he was, the twists and turns in the winding cave he had taken without noticing now was a labyrinth how ever was he going to get back to his sister.

Halo Eviandanski had a fairly simple life, wake up and go fishing....

But it was a little more complicated then that, he was a master fisherman, and could catch the best of fish in no time, but that's not what he stayed out all day for....his true occupation, fishing for treasures

Treasures that littered the oceans, were buried deep in the sea of series five. His home. He didn't particularly love or hate the place, really it was more he tolerated it. there was one thing he couldn't stand Humans.....

He was a half bred one of many sea people who had the ability to breathe underwater. Born in Series five. He believed his race superior to any other, to him

"If you're not me ...then you don't belong"

But he blended with the humans occasionally keeping his tattoo of a trident on his left shoulder blade, hidden. Today he was treasure searching when he hared a noise the sloshing of water, his senses were very in tune when it came to water, he rose from his search and left the water miraculously dry and followed the sound.

A girl with black hair stood by a cave with a pail of his precious water, he wondered who she was one of him ....or a human....he approached her quietly from behind...

Caroline closed yet another 500 page book that she had just finished in one day. It was early in the morning and Caroline didn't feel like eatting breakfast at the time. She sat on a large window ceil that over looked the entire town. Her family made all the effort to get rid of her by sticking her into a luxurious appartment with all she could ever want, a huge library, butlers and maids by the hundreds, and all the money in the world she could use to by anything her heart desired. But, all Caroline ever wanted was to see her parents. She sighed as she looked out of the gigantic window, that if you looked down you would have puked right there and then. Caroline never had a problem with heights she had grown up in this library learning everything there is to know from books and private tutors. She pressed her hand against the perfectly clean glass window. A little smile crept upon her cute but pale little face." Beautiful as always" she said in a soft tone. Then she heard on knock on the door." Come in" Caroline said. The door clicked open to a depressing looking old man who was bald with and a clean shaved face nd large frown. He walked in wearing a butlers uniform and a white napkin draped over his left arm." Mistress De Blois breakfast will be ready in a moment" he said in a deep serious voice.

It did not take long for the grey-clad soldiers to stumble across some dunes, and even less time to figure out they were not alone. He saw in the distance as a girl went to a hut, waiting at the door. "Sehen Sie dort! Wir sind nicht allein. Bleiben Sie Ihre Waffen! Muzzle die Hunde!" The men, listening to their leader, did as they were commanded, slinging their guns over their shoulder, the four men with dogs setting a muzzle on the growling noses. They then walked toward the hut, the leader giving a shout to the girl.

"Sie dort! Erklären Sie mir, was ist dieser Platz? Ist er für dreizehn Reisende freundlich, oder erwartet ein Kampf uns hier?" As they approached, he saw her look of confusion, at which he sighed. He then proceeded to try different languages to speak to her. "Parlate italiano? Parlez-vous français? Shuo bu shuo Zhongwen? ¿Usted habla español? Do you speak English?"

Eloise raised a hand, clenched gently, to knock again, but was stopped but a rather rough shout from behind her. She slowly turned around, leaning back, vaguely amused. Though that vague look of amusement vanished as she was greeted with a group of soldiers, guns up in the air, all dressed up professionally. She stood, considering whether to attempt to communicate, or just.. Slowly edge away. She almost decided on the latter, before the male that had shouted out the original phrae walked up to her, and began speaking various languages

"Parlate italiano? Parlez-vous français? Shuo bu shuo Zhongwen? ¿Usted habla español? Do you speak English?"

She frowned, then slowly replied

"I... Speak English? Not German. Or whatever else that could've been."

She frowned, giving a little shrug. Hopefully his English would be fluent, otherwise there would be a little difficulty.. Reasoning with these guys. maybe they were just.. Some very protective tourists? She sighed, then spoke again

"Have I done something wrong? Do you.. Need directions? Because you can always ask me."

She gave a bit of an awkward chuckle, shrugging again. She didn't wuite know what to say. Well, a guy not that much older than her was suddenly shooting commands at her in a foreign language. He had now come right up to her, and it turned out he could speak English. And he had a rather firm air of authority about him. But of course, that could always just be a bit of a cover-up. Mind you, they had drooling dogs, muzzled and on leashes. And guns. Lovely big ones. What were they doing in Series Five, anyway? She squeezed her eyes shut when a large gust of wind came across, making her loose hair fly in all directions. She frowned prominently again, not particularily enjoying this start to the day. But then, she had grown to expect whatever, as everything had happened in her life. Come to think of it, this actually wasn't the strangest. But it was still pretty odd.

Eloise dropped her hands down, clutching the bottom of her shirt and stretching it down a little, before looking up to face the foreigner, fairly unsure what to expect.

The male gave a small smile, professional and with small amusement. "Nien, nien, you have done nothing wrong. We are travelers. We are from The Fatherland, Germany, under the leadership of das Furer Hitler. Where are we?"

After her answer he turned swiftly to a man who shifted nervously. "Was?" He barked to the man. "Warum verschieben Sie sich? Würden Sie eher wir in einem Platz ohne die Leute sein, zum wir zu helfen?"

"Nicht geehrter Herr, sehr bin ich einfach heiß." The man shifted again, sweat on his brow. "Die Dünen sind heiß und unsere Uniformen werden nicht für diese Bedingungen bedeutet."

The man sighed. The dunes were quite hot, and their uniforms did not help the heat. "Fein. Aus Kampfuniform heraus! Weg gesetzt Ihren Mänteln." The soldiers gave a collective unspoken sigh, taking off their packs and and uniform jackets. Only the four with dogs did not, giving more of a collective scowl to the man, who looked back to the girl. "I am Captain Viener Zulig of the Nationalist Party Army."

"Nien, nien, you have done nothing wrong. We are travelers. We are from The Fatherland, Germany, under the leadership of das Furer Hitler. Where are we?"

"Oh, ok, then. You have.. traveled.. Germanishly.. To Series Five."

There was a short period of time, in which a lot of barking conversation was exchanged between the leader man and one of the others. After a bit, various coats and bags were slipped off shoulders onto the light, yellow sand. The guy turned back towards Eloise, before saying

"I am Captain Viener Zulig of the Nationalist Party Army."

"I'm Eloise Tesdinic of the... Tesdinic family?"

She gave a little smile, before continuing

"Which Series have you come from? And how? And do you need assistance with anything? Because.."

She gave a small laugh, looking along the group of males

"I'd be happy to assist you band of.. Soldiers."

She gave a little smile, nodding her head a little.