A young, shining fox sits underneath a willow tree, her clothes soaked and her head hanging. Her arm rests on her leg, and makes a small, wet sound when she moves it. The fur on her is a light blue, and her eyes seem hard as a rock, and it seems like her gaze could turn you to stone. The rain falls around the blue mystery hard, and her black shirt and pants cling to her like a child to their mother. This poor fox is me. My name is Crystal. This is my story.

About a month before everything happened, I was a normal Fox, going about my normal routine; walking to the nearest store for some bread and a can of soda or root beer- pretty much whatever I could afford. Occasionally I would "hack" the soda machine with a fake coin or a coin on a string. People would stare at me, from my clothes to my messy little points of fur sticking out from my forehead. People talked about me, made a few stories up about how I killed a man with one kick. It was all good.
                               I was the sort of gangster on the block. I was the one you'd see leaning against a wall, drinking a soda and glaring at people. If you talked to me, I’d give you mysterious responses that gave you more questions then an actual answer.

But...what made me truly mysterious was my power. Not many people get these, but I had heard of a few - such as Blaze the cat - having these powers, but mine seemed...unique. I could make all sorts of random Crystal formations, and I can make them as small or as large as I choose. I can transform myself into a crystal, and still move as fluidly as water through a stream, but yet the crystal was harder then diamond. It was clear, and it made a beautifull sound if you tapped it just right; sort of like a harp, but with more ring.

Oh. Also, I belong to a group. We don't have a name, but everyone knows us around the town. Jinko is the stupid one, the jokester, i'm the serious one, Yena is the smart one, and Kinko- Jinko's brother- is the easily angered one. Jinko is a Hedgehog, poision green, and a showoff. He likes to wear baggy, red clothes most of the time. On this particular day, he was wearing a blood red t-shirt, and and baggy red skater pants and some red shoes. Yena was wearing her glasses, which kept sliding off her nose, and her wings were bigger then ever. A bat, we had to not talk to loud around her so she wouldn't hurt her ears. Today she was wearing a baggy, deep blue shirt, and some black pants with red lines going down the sides. She was carrying her usual text book. Kinko looked just like Jinko; they were twins. The odd thing: we all have dark green eyes, and a mark on our hands that we were born with. It appears to be an F with a snake wrapping around it. And it's also black. Completely black...

Yena, with her endless knowledge, couldn't decipher the meaning of the markings. Some say they are the mark of evil. Some say they bring about death.




And some say we will bring about the end of the world.