The room steadily fills and the stir of anxoius voices grows. "It's nearly time to start", Semele thinks to herself, shuffling her feet. "I hope I have the pledge memorized" She contiues to worry. Semele isn't normally this nervous. Today is a day she has worked for the last few years, today is her graduation of the Gaurdian Ceramony. Ever since Semele was a little girl she dreamed of this day, to walk across this stage, accept her and sword and carry on her family's legacy of Underworld Keepers of the Wicked, or Gaurdians of the Evil, as other so often call them. Today she reaches the realms so many of her kin folk already have.

As the room settles as Mr. Vance, her Instructor, walks across the stage and taps the microphone , "Testing, testing.. sound check". " Tonight we gather....," The sound of his voice drifts off as he continues on with his speach, Semele goes over her lines again in her head. Mr. Vance starts calling names to walk across the stage, he calls the student next to Semele. "O.o I am next", She starts to get excited and weak kneed. Mr. Vance calls her name, she gathers herself and proudly walks out to accept this rite of passage. All eyes are on her as Mr. Vance extends his hand and in it her Sword, she graciously accepts. "Everyone, Semele here is a special student, " Mr. Vance goes on, " She has exceeded every expectation I had. And not just for this years class, but in all my years of teaching I've never had a student quiet like Semele." He turns now and faces Semele, " So, my dear, this is for you" . He reaches in his pocket and pulls out a glowing red pendant. Semeles gasps, That couldn't really be it.. could it? Mr Vance clears his throat, " I would like to gift you the Amulet of Souls, if was gifted to be by my Instuctor and it gave me great strength in time of need, may it do the same for you." Semele gallantly accepts, head over heels! This day has turned into more than even her greatest dreams could have let on, it's been centurys since the amulet has exchanged hands and now she is the proud new owner.

After a long, but exciting evening Semele retires to her bed. Her thoughts swirling around in her head of what tomorrow may hold. After all it's her 1st day on the job as a new Keeper of the Wicked. "I really wonder what Mr. Vance see's in me..." , she thinks as she drifts into slumber.

Semele trots in to report for her 1st day of work, the amulet bouncing along her collar. She walks past Cerburus and pats him atop the head. Everyone seems a bit frazzled she notices, frantic almost. A group gathers over near Mr. Vance desk, she makes her way over to see what the fuss is about. Overhearing the comotion she hears someone say there was a break out, a prisoner has escaped! Not just any prisoner either.. one of the most notorious inmates the Underworld has ever had... Angra Mainyu, the source of all evil! This is disasterous Semele thinks to herself, "Who would be able to bring HIM back in?".

Mr. Vance spots Semele near the back of thr group and makes his way towards her, "Good you are here, and wearing the Amulet. You've heard the bad news, correct?" Semele sighs,"That can't be right though, I mean how'd he escape?" "That's not important," Say Mr. Vance," What is is bringing him back before he ruins the balance, and we need you Semele." " Me?" She looks taken aback," But I just finished schooling last night.. " "Have faith, you ARE ready. ", He pauses, " Actually, you are the only one capable. You need to believe in yourself for the sake of mankind, you must Semele. Here is his last known position." He points to the map right outside the Underworld." He hasnt quiet made it out of our relam yet. There is still time. You can start tracking him there, though he shouldn't be hard to find, he leaves quiet a mess." Off he sends Semele, hoping he really is right about her.

Semele starts off sword in hand, eyes peeled, ready to strike at the 1st sign of danger.She pulls out her map to make sure she is in the right area. She nods, yep right where Mr. Vance said to start tracking. A putrid odor starts to over take the scent of the morning dew. An ominous feeling starts to rise from within Semele. "Oh, Im starting to feel ill", She grabs her head and hunches over. "Looking for me?" She hears a cold voice call from behind her. Semele graps her sword tightly and lashes quickly around but sees nothing. "Gonna have to try harder than that young one," She hears the voice again, but from her left this time, and closer. "They sent a child after me, did they? Have they all lost their minds" This time the voice is right in front of her. An evil cackle echos through the forest as a shape slowly takes form in front of her. Semele stumbles back and goes to regain herself as the creature rushes past her in a blur. "Show yourself, you coward," She screams, " I know it's you Angra!!!!" "Scared of a child, are we?, " She taunts him.

"You asked for it... " A shape begins to reappear and Angra takes form. What a hideous beast Semele thinks to herself. He lumbers up long gangly limbs, rotted flesh peeling off... eyes glowing intensely. 'I fear you not", Preclaims Semele as she pulls out her sword for battle. Angra leaps forward and slices Semele leg, claws digging in deeply. She swings her blade, & misses, staggering backwards Angra comes for another attack. Semele dodges but is still handicapped, her woulds burning, the burn creeping up her body she starts to fret and reaches for her Amulet.

Semele clasps the amulet and Angra takes a step back. The expression on his face changes from cavalier to distress. Semele thinks back to what Mr. Vance said, "it gave me great strength in time of need, may it do the same for you." Angra continues backing away, Semele stands and walks towards him still clenching the jewel as it begins to glow furiously. Something takes over Semele and she begins to chant.. "By the power of the Sun & His cleansing flames, By the burning breath of the One, The evil is now tamed." Angra starts to wither and screams in agony. Semele contiues," By the changing Moon, And Her secret ways, By the mystic hands of the One, The evil bound shall now fade".

As she finished all that remained on Angra was a small trickles of smoke that made it's way into Semele's Amulet. After breathing a sigh of relief she sits for a rest, pondering what had just happened. Still puzzled Semele thinks back on the last few days. A LOT has changed... A LOT she thinks to herself while still clenching the Amulet.