Okay, so before this even starts, here is a disclaimer for the entire story. I don't own anything that has to do with the Mystic Knights, they belong to Saban. I don't own Kells, Tir Na Nog or Temra, they also belong to Saban. I don't own any of the characters incorporated in the Mystic Knights of Tir Na Nog, they belong to Saban as well. I don't own any of the previous plot-lines in the show, because guess who that belongs to? Yes, they belong to Saban. The only things in the story that I own are my own plot-lines, and any additional characters that I make up. Those are mine. Saban won't take them from me, and I won't take Saban's stuff.

Here's the story...

Racing along the riverside, Desiree could feel the wind rushing through her curly blonde hair. Sensing her best friend, Braewyn beside her, the seventeen year old girl darted faster, moving further ahead of her companion. Her loosely fitting shirt was falling slightly off of her shoulders, blowing in the breeze as she leaped over small rocks in her path. As she looked back at her friend, a smile on her face formed, challenging the petite brunette behind her to catch up.

Even though the teens were new to Kells, they way that they ran made it seem as though they had lived there for their entire lives. The local villagers chuckled as the girls ran past, and they shook their heads at the young ladies; who in their opinion should be helping out their mothers with the cooking and cleaning. These girls, however, did not know their mothers at all. They both grew up in the streets as orphans, as far as they knew, and so they stuck together since they were tiny children because they did not want to be alone.

Both Desiree and Braewyn were new to the village of Kells, and knew nothing about where they were, or the problems in this new-found land. Neither of them had any knowledge of the Mystic Knights, of Temra, or of any fairy kingdoms nearby either. And so, completely unaware of the villagers' many problems, they kept on running carelessly through the grass…