December Rising

Jon awoke the next morning already knowing what he was going to do. Although he had some doubts about how he was going to do it, he still seemed to think that it was all for the best. Jon thanked Kate's assistant warmly as he was once again lead into the small waiting area outside her office. Jon sat down on a very comfortable antique chair and began to twiddle his fingers. The longer he waited, the more nervous that he became. How did one turn down someone as powerful as Kate? How could he turn down the promise of safety for his brothers and sister for a life of uncertainty? But he knew that he must do it. He had to keep them all together, no matter what.



Almost an hour later Kate came out of her office looking somewhat disheveled. Maybe this was a bad time. "No, it isn't a bad time Jon, we've just had several small upheavals this morning. Sorry to have kept you waiting, but please do come in." Kate said before Jon could even greet her.



As Jon walked into the office, He noticed that instead of the normal almost complusive order was now rather messy with large boxes everywhere. Papers that had once been so orderly were now strewn all over her desk threating to fall into even greater dissarray on the floor. To Jon, this spoke volumes about the small so called upheavals that she's had. "It looks as though you've had a very rough morning Kate, I hope that we aren't making things worse by being here.?" Jon finally asked her.



"Oh no, not at all. It has just been a busy morning. We've had some explosions in a few classes, a few students had to be healed, not to mention the senior students are getting ready for graduation in a few weeks. It's our busiest time of the year. Oh, and we've managed to find you and your siblings boxes from your parents and grandparents as well. I've guessed that you wouldn't be staying. You are much like your parents, they valued family above all else as well. Which is why they were so secluded from our world. They loved that farm. Which of course, will be passed down to you, seeing as how you are the oldest. Whatever is there you may do with as you wish, once you are of age. How you wish to divide it between you and your brothers and sister is entirely up to you. The boxes to your left are thsoe that have been brought out of storage and are for you all. We could still store your brothers and your sisters boxes if you wish. But I must tell you that they will be the only ones that would be able to open them. Very powerful protective magic has been placed on them all and they will only open for thier owner. Unless of course something were to happen to any of you, then the closest relative would be able to open it. I'm needed in another part of the school, your boxes are the ones on top. I'll just leave you to it."



After she walked out of the door, Jon turned towards the boxes. It made his breathe catch just to look at them. The pain of loosing his parents was bad enough, but to know that they thought about his future and what he might need, and would take such care in preserving something to remember them by was heartwrenching. That box he would save for last, he couldn't bear to open it right at that moment. He just knew that he would have to open it soon, but he would have to go through his grandparents box first. At least that wouldn't hurt quite so much. Jon walked the few shorts steps over to the boxes, each varried in size and color. After looking at them, he could tell which was meant for whom. His was an earthy brown color, it seemed to go by thier powers. He reached the closest one and felt that it was was warm and heavy to the touch. The box itself seemed to be made of earth, of some of the most esquisite stone that he had ever laid eyes on. It was no more than a foot across and six inches deep, but it was extremly heavy given the material that it was made of. As he sat in the floor he looked it over trying to figure out how to open it. When he touched the center of it, the box itself seemed to prick his finger. When he withdrew his hand, he indeed did have a small cut that let a single drop of blood spill upon the stone. As soon as the blood hit it, the top seemed to ripple like a wave that radiated from the center. With each passing wave, an opening appeared and grew even larger.