Worlds Collide.

[Silverthorne]

Marcus, a fifteen year old boy, was in trouble.  Three members of the local gang had decided he needed a lesson.  They had chased him into a dead end alley with a look of dark humor in their eyes.  They had beat him nearly to death and left him.  Two weeks had past and Marcus had just gotten out of the hospital.  He felt the eyes on the back of his neck.  The alley he had been beaten so badly was just ahead.  He looked back and saw the gang colors closing in on him.  He ducked into the nearest alley without thinking.  The alley was tight and cluttered with trash.  He moved as quickly as he could down the alley.  He heard the sound of a pistol being cocked.  He glanced back to see the gang member in the lead this time had a pistol.  He hurried into the farthest corner of the alley expecting to die.  He was not looking where he was going.  There was an open grate be the edge of one of the buildings.  He fell into it, dropping into the sewer.  He let out a squeal of fear.  The gangers hit the end of the alley and saw the opening.  There was a bit of discussion in the area above.  Then a gunshot.  Marcus moved further down the sewer hoping that the group did not follow him.  He heard many shots fired above.  It sounded like a war.   He continued to run.  

Newspaper headline.  "Gang Members stumble into war zone."  Two groups of gun runners had met further up the alley.  The were exchanging pallets of money for equipment.  A shot was fired up the alley.  They all pulled guns and returned fire.  Five teens died along with ten runners.  Two runners escaped.  Leaving all the gear behind.  The guns were recovered the trailer of money was no where to be seen. 

Marcus fell deeper into the sewers.  He had lost track of the entrance and was very sure he did not want to go out that way.  He had fallen twice down into lower levels of the sewers.  He rubbed his shoulder where it had hit the last pipe.  He looked into the gloom and saw only darkness.  He continued to hobble deeper into the sewers.  Hoping to find his way out.  He felt the wall change slightly.  He continued to move along the path feeling tired.  He felt something odd, a metal bracket with wood in it.  He pulled out the little lighter his best friend had given him.  It was a joke, but it worked.  He light up the wood and found that there was several in this area.  The water was draining into a grill covered opening in the floor.  He past it with his torch.  There was a long track along the wall that looked to be positively ancient.  He stuck his finger in it by accident.  He legs were wobbling.  The content smelled like oil.  He put the torch to it hoping for a bit more light.  Light he received.  The room bloomed into light from a running trough of oil.  The oil still burned.  He looked around the room and saw many different things littered about the floor.  Most looked to be relics from the middle ages.  He limped over to one chair and fell heavily into it.  It creaked and groaned, but held.  He sat looking at a huge stone door, it was about thirty or forty foot tall.  He saw no way to open the door, not that he cared at all right now.  He fell asleep looking at the door, exhaustion claimed him without a possibility of struggle.

Daniela, third Daughter of the Fifth house of Elites, sat looking at the wall of her study.  She was bored.  Her shift of guardian did not start for another hour.  Which gave her mother thirty minutes to throw men at her.  She usually was able to slip out early.  There was a new lock on the window today.  She glared at it, and tried another spell to make it unlock.  There was only a certain number of spells that would hold a window.  She had not noticed it when she came in from her shift last night.  She stood up and cast another spell, using a minimal amount of power to make it unlock.  She needed all her power for her shift, if anything happened, if she were not ready could kill everyone in this city.  She looked out beyond the window.  Her city, her charge, she smiled softly and laid a hand on the lock.  The window swung away.  She dropped her head against the frame, remembering her Father's favorite saying, "The simplest option is usually the best."  Now it had been proven.  Her lock was enchanted to resist magic, but left unlocked to allow the maids to open the window to air out the room.  She was out the window and onto the path in a second.  She glanced at the front of the house before leaving, four carriages.  She shook her head.  Her mother wanted her to produce a heir, before her sister.  Daniela walked slowly past the carriages, most of the young men in them were here to claim the house status, she felt a slow chill.  None of them knew her nor would recognize her.  She spent most of her time in the library and standing her position.  She was the one who worked every temple day and celebration.  She was dedicated to living her life, her way.

[Gatac]

Be a little bit more generous with sentence lengths and constructions: use more commas, semicolons and dashes. Otherwise, solid - looking forward to the next part.

Gatac

[Silverthorne]

(although English is my native language, I really suck at it.  Sorry.)

Daniela arrived for her duty a few minutes ahead of schedule.  Her best friend, Malina, was also coming on duty.  Malina grinned but said nothing till the prior shift left.  "Well, Dearest friend of mine.  Anything you want to talk about?  Hmm.. Possibly why there were four carriages out in front of your house and the security forces scrambling about poking every bush."

Daniela just smirked, "Mother."  She sent to the farthest wall in the hall and settled down to study the magical wards on the great door.  She wove the strings of her sight into the proper forms to see the spells on the door.  She let the chattering of her friend dim in her senses till all she saw was the energies of the door.  The interlacing of the magics was spectacular.  She saw the different types of magics on the door as if they were related to her magical forms.  She saw strings of magic.  There was hundreds of different types of threads here.  She followed one of the larger threads, one that was easier to follow.  The world on the other side came into view.  The threads had once again drew her though to the far side of the great door.  She shifted her sight to look about the room.  The room was lit.  There appeared to be someone limping away from the door.  He .. She stopped and studied the figure.  It was male, looked to be about her age, he was bruised, she saw blood on his face and weariness in his stance.  He fell against the one chair in the room and looked toward her.  She froze for a moment and then realized he probably could not see her, she had to go into a full trance to link into the spells of the door.  He was far away from the door.  She studied him for a few more seconds and noted that he had fallen into a deep sleep.  Her spells would not allow her to do anything for him.  She slowly extracted herself from the door to find Malina standing beside her with a twisted little grin.

"See anything interesting."  She sat down beside her friend and looked closer.  "Hmm, blushing, hands damp, and your pointing." 

The last drew Daniela's attention to her robes.  She smoothed them out and glared at her friend.  "Well if you must know, they seem to have finally put someone on the other side.  There was a young man there.  He looked injured and .. "

Malina grinned again, Daniela smoothed her robe again.  "Oh the poor baby.  He must need some one to tend his.. "  Her statement was cut off with a small hand pillow.  The 'argument' lasted till Malina was able to get off her favorite spell.  A simple tickle spell, that had been augmented a bit.  Daniela could not speak for a few minutes.  By the time the spell wore off, Malina had settled down and was waiting for Daniela to lead.  Daniela again returned through the fabrics of the spell door.  This time the different magics had colors.  Malina wove magic using colors, while linked with Daniela they could see the different spells and powers, in many different ways.  The pair this time looked out at Marcus.  Malina pushed the spells a bit further till they stained.  They were able to see clearly into the room.  The room was in shambles, and the boy was not Elven.  He looked like he was beaten.  A slight tremble of magic came from Daniela.  Her heart pumped out a bit more magic at the sight of the beaten boy.

Marcus felt uneasy, there was something watching him.  He remembered the stories of monster alligators in the sewers and all kinds of beasts.  He snapped away when there was a popping sound.  He glanced about nervously.  His eyes stopped on the door.  There was a small point on it glowing.  His curiosity drew him out of his chair.  He limped toward the door looking at the glowing spot.

Marina felt the pop of energy from Daniela and mentally grinned at her.  The grin froze when the boy's head popped up.  There was fear in his face.  Fear turned to wonder as he gazed in their direction.  He rose slowly, as if injured.  He limped toward the point that the pair of them watched from.  They were transfixed as he limped closer.  He sported injuries that were bandaged, injuries that were new.  He made it to the door after a few minutes, but it seemed like an eternity to the two girls.  His hand reached out and brushed though their magical point of sight.  Marina broker her fear and fled.  Daniela was no more than a thought behind her.

Marcus settled against the door.  His fingers had passed though the light without bothering it.  It flickered after a second and then disappeared.  He shrugged and limped back to the chair to try to rest again.  He felt more at peace now.  He would be able to sleep well.

Across the globes, men of magic on both sides felt the touch.  There was some that were interested in finding out what had happened, others wanted the magic for themselves.  In Daniela's world nations felt the magic tremble.  Their own forces were dispatched to investigate.  Many old men and women feared what might happen if it were one of the ancient gates falling apart.  The last time that happened their world reshaped itself.

[Silverthorne]

Marcus rested well for a change.  He had the image of a beautiful lady dancing in his dreams.  His mind only saw her as a beautiful woman that held his hand and put cool rags on his forehead.  He slept well, unknowing the trouble he had unleashed.

Daniela turned in her normal report, nothing unusual happened.  Malina turned in a similar report.  Neither wanted their superiors to know that they had been messing with the great door.  Daniela forced herself to walk slowly home.  She wanted to fly and research healing spells.  Her grandfather had been a great mage in his day.  He had even learned to cast healing spells not using the will of the divine.  She wanted those spells now.  Malina helped her walk slowly, "You know that most of the carriages will probably still be at your house when you get there.  You will have to do the whole sweet innocent routine.  Your mother might suspect if you did anything different.  Let me help you distract the young men."   Her eyes widened in a feigned look of total innocence.  Daniela only grinned conspiratorially. 

"Come on, Malina.  If we don't hurry, then the good food will be gone.  Her mind not on the guests her mother would most likely push off on her.

T'Kara Neavar, First daughter of the House T'Kara.  Sat in the outer office of her mother and slowly watched a servant cleaning the ceiling length mirror.  The servant was quiet handsome, for a surface dweller.  She enjoyed being made to wait by her mother.  The Servant was not taking his time, but had either missed one too many duties and had his tunic taken away or had stripped to the waist to work.  She let her mind wander to her last mission.  She had failed, it was that simple.  Go to the surface, locate and kill a surface dweller.  The man had eluded her.  She was not at all happy with her own performance.  The man was some sort of special operative of the Dwarven Court.  She flicked a small blade into her palm and absently began to flip it into the air and catch it.  She did not remember where she picked up the habit, but it was relaxing and helped her skills as a killer.  Her mother would make her leave all her weapons out in the hall.  She heard a chime and saw her mother's latest toy bustle out and indicate the box to put her weapons.  There was little time to dis-arm herself.  Her mother was not the most patient of people.  Neavar's father had proved that.  He had thought himself special because he had helped mother produce a fine heir.  Well he waited a moment too long in telling mother about a situation.  He died as mother tore his neck open.  Neavar placed about half of her weapons before she heard her mother's voice.  It was cold and not amused.  "Forget that, Neavar get in here."  Neavar hastened to comply.  She had never felt so afraid of her mother than that moment.  Mother let no one in her presence armed.  Unless they were going to die quickly.

"Yes Mother."  She stepped into the room and felt another wave of fear, four of Mother's top Mages were present.  They all had the look of annoyance.

"All of your projects are here-by canceled.  The Surface Elves did something.  Neavar, you will enter the surface elven city and find information.  You will have a tracer globe and a communicator globe.  Find which of their Mages did this ripple and deal with him.  If its something we can use, bring it to me.  If not destroy it.

[Silverthorne]

Marcus slept hard.  He was exhausted.  Out for twelve hours or more.  When he awoke he felt a little hungry.  Scrounging though his stuff, he found a candy bar.  Since it was about all he had he ate it and went back to sleep leaning against the big wall, that the little light had appeared on.

Daniela went home.  Her mind was on the boy that she had seen.  He looked so different from all the boys that Mother had thrown after her.  She felt an unusually strong desire to assist him.  She went into her grand-father's study to do some research.  Malina following along to act as mother distraction.  Which was a good thing as the second the girls hit the door, Daniela's mother was right there ready with the righteous indignation to chew out her daughter.  Malina, nicknamed the mistress of lies by her class in several different academies, soothed over the incident and then distracted mother with a quick, "That boy was kind of cute."  This caused Daniela to blush.

[Silverthorne]

Neavar sat in a coach, for which she was irritated, looking at the scenery.  She looked across at the man across from her.  She did not know him too well, he was oddly dark for a surface elf.  He was a total barbarian, he was able to sleep in a moving carriage and not fall from the seat.  His seat was not padded, he had given her his cushion and promptly went to sleep.  He had been that way for the past two hours.  He was armed with a bow and a short steel blade.  Neavar could only watch him for a short time before having to give up and look back out the window.  Her focus would wander to curling up in his lap and snuggling in for the day, night what ever he was willing to allow.  He did not react to her as most people did when they encountered a dark elf.  She had not been wearing her pendant that allowed her to appear as a surface elf, when they met.  She had made a careful observation of the man, he was not a surface elf she could place, he was barely dressed which unsettled Neavar in ways she could not describe. 

Daniela spent most of the evening going over her grandfather's books even after getting grilled about the boy she had seen.  The questions had mollified her mother's curiosity for now.  She would probably be back at her tactics in a few days.  Daniela got her rest and was ready for her next duty time.  She arrived with the spells she needed in case the boy got close enough to try them on.  She still could feel the boy's fingers run though her aura.  She arrived at station and waited for the last shift to leave.  Malina was oddly late, she arrived with a small bundle of equipment in a basket.  The leaving group looked after her.  "Just brought some stuff to do while waiting for something to happen."  Both of the others nodded, since they both had been carrying books in their pockets since they had been assigned here.  The duty was 8 hours of making sure the door did not move, and no one got to the door.

Fifteen different agencies across the globe drew in their best and brightest agents.  The recall was unexpected and drastic.  All of them were told the basics.  "Somewhere in the town of New York there is a magical artifact.  It has been disturbed.  There was a wave of energy that passed though the magical community like a tidal wave.  Several of our staff agents felt the wave and a few were injured by it.  We are sending you agents into New York with a priority on locating the artifact.  If it can be acquired do so.  If not destroy it.  Several other agencies have been pulling in agents.  This is a race against the clock, ladies and gentlemen.  If that artifact falls into the wrong hands it could destroy Everything.  If what ever it was does fully go off, it can also destroy Everything.  Get your lists together."

[Silverthorne]

Different agencies put their best people in on this mission.  There was something unsettling about the energies that most people thought dormant, but few knew differently.  Those energies usually flowed like a gentle spring.  Last night they had formed the first step in something much larger, almost as if the stream had become a lake for a split second. 

Marcus lay against the wall feeling very feverish.  He did not know how time passed.  His dreams were filled with blue eyes smiling in a way that made him feel better, just by seeing them.

Daniela looked at the commander of her detachment.  "Yes sir, we noted the ripple, but have so far found no evidence of tampering.  We will continue to search the lines of the gate to see if the abnormality can be located."  She saluted and left.  Her thread magics always made her the one that delivered reports, her thoughts were more direct than Malina's were.  She returned to her duty station and waited for Malina to arrive.  She wanted to try something.

[Silverthorne]

Neavar glared out the window.  She felt the sun glimmering down on the outside of the carriage.  She started to push the curtain further open to try to get some fresh air in.  "That is unwise.  This carriage is about to be attacked.  Orcs with a mage out in the woods to the west."  She turned to glare at the strange elf.  He lowered himself further down on his bench and started to string his bow.  She started to interrogate him when the sound of an orcish horn blew through the trees.  Her eyes flickered to the window as lightning bolts started to shimmer into existence.  She dropped to the floor to get her weapons from under the seat.  She had a few in her luggage.  Wishing for a good bag of equipment, she pulled out a light bow and her knife.  She felt woefully underarmed.  The man across from her was speaking to himself, his voice low and calming.  She felt her fears weaken, he was not afraid.  She glanced at him, there was a dark smile slowly spreading across his face.  He was enjoying the coming fight and it had not even started yet.

Daniela sat against the door, her magic circle spread out before her in a normal pattern.  She linked with the door and followed her threads though.  Malina sat watching the outer hall and the ancient gate.  Daniela felt her way though the door and found the boy leaning against the door.  She touched his mind and felt his illness.  She set about trying to run the threads of the healing spells though the gate.  She worked them though, mainly by pushing them along the threads she had already planted.  The spells were greatly weakened, but were working.  She remembered that if there was a link between herself and the boy, she would be able to tell if he was getting worse or better.  She reached will all her strength and caught a single strand of his hair.  She nearly collapsed, but was able to bring it though to her world.  She felt the link form and nodded to herself.  He was feeling slightly better, a warm smile slowly spread across her face.

The Magus Arcanus, a secret society of mages bent on subjugating the worlds, felt the level of power in the New York area spring up.  Those of their order in the town were able to hide the side effects of the wellspring of power.  Mostly it involved destroying magically created beasts.  Their plans came to a screeching halt when the waves of energy hit them.  They made serious gestures of alliance with several other organizations to find out what was going on.  Fear makes strange bed fellows.

[Silverthorne]

Neavar never got to fight.  She watched the stranger elf move like a serpent in the middle of the battle field.  His movements were too precise to be some sort of street fighter.  She reached up an touched her earring.  With a single chanted word the earring glimmered.  "Central, Priority code F153.  Respond."  The voice on the other end grumbled a bit, looking for the transfer code she had requested.

A familiar voice, still a bit irritated, suddenly appeared.  "What daughter, have you found out something already."

Neavar gave it a second, watching the fight.  "Mother, you said I was not going to be the only Agent sent, is this one of ours."  She mentally switched the link to a sight and voice.  Her eyes would show her mother the image she needed. 

Her mother still a bit gruff, "You should know I do not hire surface elves.  He is skilled.  Hmm.. Very skilled."

The strange Elf killed the mage without really looking and literally howled his victory.  Standing over the corpse with blood dripping off from his bare chest.  Both mother and daughter felt a unsettling surge of emotion.

Her mother mentally grinned, "Show me everything about this male.  He is highly unusual, yes highly unusual."  The images flickered across the link between the pair.  Neavar found that she remembered every detail of their ride with glee.  Her mother on the other hand started feeling unsettled.  "Daughter, as your control, see if you could turn him.  As your mother, stay as far away from him as possible.  He reminds me of the story that destroyed the House De'Vin.  A beast elf."

Neavar accessed the back ground information on the beast elf and felt a very cold chill run down her spine.  Her cheeks heated as the elf dropped the last orc with a spin maneuver that sent the orc's head flipping up into the sky with a look of utter surprise on his face.

Daniela felt the boy's dreams.  Her image flickered into them several times mending is wounds and tending his fever.  She stopped for a second, he had never seen her but knew what she looked like.  She traced the thread of his memories to the first touching.  He had actually seen her when his hand touched her sight spell.  She checked him again, noting that he was starting to show signs of lack of food.  She mentally forced him to show her what he had to eat.  The image of the candy bar flickered into existence.  She did not have the strength to keep the link up any more and fled home.  The last thing she wanted was to pass out in his mind.  If he moved she would loose her link to her world.  She needed to help the boy more.  On her way back she forced the path she had made a fraction larger.  Such a tiny hole would not be noticed.

Both sides of the gate felt the hole open slightly.  On the human side they could feel the damn crack open a bit more.  The flow of mana increased, it was no longer barely moving, it was coming out in a tiny stream, but unless they were very close they could only feel the mana replenishing faster.  The magical realm felt the levels dip slightly, barely enough to be felt, but felt.

Robert "Too Fast" Tucker, sat at the light watching his partner, Amber "Silk" Levar, doing her best to not melt the hood of the corvette she was using for a prop.  Tucker wanted to laugh, the mark, a middle age man with defense secrets was trying very hard to not stare.  He was not the only one that was trying to not stare.  Levar had chosen to do a 'photo shoot' in a vacant lot across from the building that the mark worked in.  Tucker had loaned her three of his cars.  They had gathered a crew of about fifteen girls to complete the 'shoot'.  The photographer, Charles "Hot Shot" Marker the third man of the team, was excellent at getting the girls to pose at just the right time distract people walking by.  If the photographer happened to get pictures of everyone that came and went from the building, oh well.  Tucker had his radio on and listening to the chatter, four different groups had been seen in the area.  He had spotted three of them, acting as the chauffeur.  He smiled at the girls giggling and talking about him.  He would never date Levar, as they were on the same team, but the rest of the girls were fair game.