A/N: Ok, this thing is FINALLY DONE! I've been writing this for probably two whole weeks! Not kidding! All the main OC's in this are each made separately by me and my friends, one each, and Celeste is me, so I hope you like her! Everyone else I plan on actually introducing around chapter 7-ish, but some are mentioned in this specifically! I will say this now, and at certain points throughout this prologue, but it goes for THE ENTIRE STORY! I am Canadian, I have NOTHING AGAINST AMERICA! And sorry if I get the FBI/CIA messed up, I never did my research xD. As well as anything else you may find offensive, it's Celeste with a grudge against them, NOT ME! I cannot stress that enough! But ya, hope you guys enjoy this, I'm having a lot of fun writing it, and see ya when I next update something! Probly Celestial Wings, but whichever! n.n

I blinked my eyes open, wincing in pain. My arms had seriously lacked blood flow for days... Or was it weeks? In a dark, stinking cell, it was crazy how one's sense of time got jumbled up. For all my exhausted brain knew, I could've been in this cell for years. The people here were treating me like a lab rat, and they were insane. I was always hearing words like 'time-travel,' and it sent shivers down my spine. I didn't want to be a human lab rat, and yet, that seemed like the exact reason I was here. I was going to be the first person to cross the dimensional rift, and chance of survival was probably between 0.00001 and 0.0001.

I didn't want to die! I was only eighteen years old, and nobody knew where I was! One night, some guys had broken into my room through the window and practically stabbed me with a large dose sedative, I never even had time to scream for help. The only reason I was going along with these people's plans was because they showed me they knew exactly where all my friends lived, and they threatened to bring them all here and use their DNA... I didn't even want to think about how they would get it.

'Kestrel... Lyssa... Gale... Everyone... Heck, even Eos... Please, let them all be safe...' I thought desperately. I had an issue with extremely large heights, sure, but probably the one thing I never let on was that my biggest fear was loosing the people I care most about... I know everyone has their time, and I get that. I'm fine, as much as you could be at least, if it's a peaceful, painless death when your sleeping. It's when people die in car accidents, or murder, suicide... It's that kind of stuff that breaks me. Or freaking torture, like what I was going through now.

Just then, the door flew open and another scientist came in, carrying a tray of food. Here we go again... This stuff is poison, not food, I swear.

"Eat up." He said a lot more gently then anybody else, . I winced as he said that, already dreading having to eat the food. The first time I had it, I passed out. It burns my throat, makes my eyes bleary, and just flat out wants to make me vomit. However something tells me that's exactly what they want.

"Big day for you." The scientist said suddenly, making me look up at him suprisedly through gagged mouthfuls. He saw my expression and shrugged."You either get to go home, or..." He paused, letting the or hang in the air for a moment, before visibly shivering.

"W-what do you mean..?" I asked with my now weak voice.

"You don't know?" He asked, and I shook my head, pushing away the plate off food. Something about him made me feel relaxed to the point I didn't have to eat the stuff. He looked at me with understanding.

"It's not good, is it?" He asked, a smirk forming on his lips. I shook my head vigorously.

"It takes like poisoned death, to be honest." I said, making a face. He laughed, probably at my expression.

"That's true... But, getting back on track, you really don't know why you're here..?" He asked, resuming his air of seriousness. Slowly, he walked up to me and knelt down, pulling out some bread from his back pocket which I quickly took, mumbling a 'thank you' through a stuffed mouth before shaking my head.

"I've picked up on things like time travel, but... Is that really possible? I mean, if it were, surely one of the secret agencies would have discovered it by now." I felt a sudden wave of fear come over me when I saw his face drop. "That's not... Why I'm here, surely..?" I asked slowly, unable to keep my voice steady.

"In a sense, it's not exactly like time travel... It is, I think, but from the information I'm being trusted with, your going to be the first living creature to cross the dimensional rift... Chances of survival, almost nothing." He said solemnly, and I did an odd chewed bread spit-take, coughing as I banged my chest in an attempt to dislodge the food that had suddenly stopped.

"W-WHAT?!" I shouted, and he quickly shoved a hand over my mouth.

"Shut it! If your heard and they find out I'm telling you this, my cover will be blown!" He whispered, and I nodded in understanding. As he say back, I couldn't help but ask, my heart still racing;

"Our cover? What do you mean?"

"I'm not actually a scientist." He began. "I'm an undercover agent working for the CIA, this is Area 51, and you're being used as they're human guinea pig. You've heard about Area 51, right?" He asked, and I nodded hesitantly.

"They're the top-security FBI facility that research anything related to Extra Terrestrial life and the different worlds..?" He nodded, giving me a small smile of approval.

"You've been here for several weeks, disappearing without a trace one night. Your family and friends went into a panic, searching high and low for you." I felt a stab of guilt when he said that. 'Searching high and low... I didn't want to cause so much trouble for them...'

"If you don't mind me asking... What's your name?" I spoke through gritted teeth, a wave of anger coming over me. "These FBI people have no right to kidnap me... I'm not even American... I'm Canadian!' My hands instinctively clenched into weak fists, and he gave me another small smile.

"The government hasn't exactly been resting the past few weeks looking for you, you know. We've been threatening the FBI relentlessly. They don't even have a right to you, being Canadian." He said it with such a straight face I thought for sure he had read my mind. "Though, we can't do much... The FBI is heavily guarded, and backed up by the American government. We'd risk war with our closest trading partner... You know how that would turn out for both our countries." He said, looking into my eyes. I nodded in understanding. War itself is bad, but if it's America vs Canada... We're like that in hockey terms, and it's created a large enough rift between the two of us already.

"Oh, and my name's Kevin." He added sheepishly, and I wanted to laugh. His grin was so goofy.

"Nice to meet you, Kevin. Name's -" I started, but he cut me off with a smile.

"Celeste. Remember? I'm here to break you out. I should hope my contact informed me with your name at least."

"Alright, wise guy. If you know so much about me, how old am I?" I asked him cockily.

"Eighteen."

"Birthday?"

"July seventeenth, nineteen ninety-six."

"What was the name and species of my first pet?"

"A goldfish named Goldie. Real unique, by the way." He added sarcastically. I stared at him, dumbfounded.

"What was the first horse I rode?"

"Stormy. A Shetland gelding, probably ten hands. He was sweet and caring, but had an attitude when you tried to strap the girth." He chuckled. "Have I proven my point yet?"

"How old was I when I became an equestrian?"

"Four." He sighed exasperatedly. "Can we go now, before people become suspicious? I doubt anyone else that brought you food stayed as long as I am now." I stared at him in disbelief. This guy was a freakin' stalker! He grabbed my shoulders, forcing me out of my daze.

"Right, ya, sorry.. Just who is your contact that knows oh so much about me?" I half asked half demanded an answer. I wanted to know just who knew me that well.

"Your mother." He said quickly, grabbing my wrist and pulling me up. My legs wobbled, giving way underneath me and Kevin grabbed ahold of me, tightly hugging me against his chest.

"Can you walk?" He asked, his attention suddenly diverted from escape and onto my physique.

"I... I Don't think I can." I said, worry suddenly coming over me. If I couldn't walk, or run by myself, how were we supposed to get out, dead or alive? These stupid idiot American spies... (A/N: I have nothing against America, though Celeste, understandably I hope, does. No offense meant, please! :o) Why couldn't they just let me be? I'm a perfectly normal Canadian teenage girl! "What should we do?"

"Here." He said, flatly hoisting me onto his back.

"What are you doing..?" I asked hesitantly, a little surprised by his sudden movement.

"Escaping." He grunted. "You know, you're heavier then you look."

"Well sorry if I haven't exactly been able to exercise the past few weeks." I said sarcastically. "I've been kind of stuck in a dinky cell." I added, and got a small laugh out of him.

"True enough. Hold on tight." He said, and started sprinting through the halls. It wasn't long before the alarms went off, and bright red lights started flashing.

"Damnit..." I heard Kevin faintly mutter under his breath, and a realization hit me. If Canada and America weren't on friendly terms because of me, what would they do to us if we were caught? I'm not entirely sure I wanted to know the answer to that. I forced my arms around him tighter, a shiver running down my spine.

"We gotta hurry."

"No duh!" I shouted, and he paused for a second to throw a hand over my mouth.

"Quiet!" He hushed, cupping a hand around his ear in a sign to listen.

"Footsteps..." I whispered, fear coursing through me.

"And lots of them." He tossed me around a corner like I was a sack of potatoes. "I don't care how you do it, just get away from here. You're special, Celeste, and I'm not just saying that. You and all of your friends. Don't give anybody any names, and warn them all. Keep an eye out, Celeste. The FBI are relentless. They'll do anything to get you back." He said gently, grabbing my shoulder and giving me an encouraging shove.

"You have as much time as I have bullets." He added after a moment, giving me a wry grin.

"W-what..? You're talking like you're... Mmhp!" I let out a surprised sound as he pulled me into a kiss, my head swimming I pushed him away gently, looking him in the eye.

"I.. I'm sorry. I had to do that, at least once." He stuttered weakly, pulling out his pistol. "Go. NOW!" He gave me one last look, tossing a cane at me before running around the corner. Almost immediately I heard gunshots being fired.

"WAIT! Who the heck are you?! And where'd you get a freaking walking cane from?! And why the heck did you KISS ME?!" The words came out too late, and I grabbed the cane, and, using the last of my strength, hobbled down the long, gray stone hallway he had thrown me into.

"There she is!

"Get her!"

"Damnit..." I cursed under my breath. "Not a hoping hell I'm letting myself get caught again... Especially after Kevin..." I didn't let myself finish the thought. After what had been apparently weeks, he had been my sole beacon of light. I just couldn't remember him no matter how hard I tried to... But if we hadn't known each other, why did he kiss me? Like, this might just by my own opinion, but isn't it common courtesy to get to know the person BEFORE you KISS them?!

And I'm not just talking about an old time peck-on-the-hand-in-greeting kind of kiss, I'm talking about a full on smooch-on-the-piehole kind of kiss.

So who was he?

Just then, my thoughts where interrupted by a large, heavy net falling over my head, forcing my weakened body to topple over on the ground. A man in one of those bloody lab coats appeared before me and I let out an animalistic growl, struggling pathetically in the tangle of rope.

"Who would've thought you people would be so old school? This is the oldest trick in the book." I laughed, trying to keep my voice calm.

"Who would have thought you'd be so much fucking trouble, girl?" He chided. I winced, pretending to be hurt.

"Big mouth, huh? Or should I be flattered, you use such large words in my presence?" I laughed. He scowled at me, kicking my stomach.

"Agent Tom, at your service. You'll be filling your role here earlier then expected." He chuckled.

"So, I should be honored, then, if you people go so far out of your way too make me feel like an honored guest. I even get my appointment boosted up in the calendar!" I commented, voice dry and sarcastic as I rolled my eyes. "You do realize that it's impossible to cross the dimensional rift, right?"

"Tsk. That's where you are wrong, girl. It's impossible for US to cross the rift. Now, I'll only ask once. Who and where are your friends?" He interrogated me, and I looked away, sticking my chin out. I didn't show any signs of responding to him, but my mind had kicked into gear. He seemed to read my thoughts, a smirk forming on his lips.

"You and your friends are special. You'll learn how in a minute." He roughly grabbed the net, pulling me back down the way I had come.

(Short time skip)

"Sir! The girl is ready." The apparently called Agent Tom reported, coming to attention.

"At ease." The apparently high rank officer ordered. I knew about Canadian navy ranks, but how different they were in America, I had no idea. Let alone if hey even changed. Though, clearly these guys weren't even Navy, they weren't in black. (A/N: Sorry about this, again, I know. But I actually don't know diddly-squat about the USA military ranks. So, once again, no offense meant. I'm an ex-Canadian Sea Cadet, left after phase one. The only thing I enjoyed was seamanship and band. It was far too strict for me. Annnnd I was the Sea Cadet with a fear of sailboats... First-time trauma, don't ask...)

"Sir." Agent Tom replied curtly, and stiffly marched out of the room.

"Jeez, where'd THAT come from..? I thought everyone here was scientists..." I muttered under my breath.

"Wrong." The officer roughly shoved me into a room with a large metal thing. "Everyone here went through a top secret boot camp."

"If it's top secret, should you have told me that?" I snickered, and he looked at me with an amused glint.

"Chances are high you'll be dead in a minute." He said, walking over to a glass window and motioning at the large machine in the room with me.

"Get introductions over with. This is my baby, Seraphina. She'll be your host, the one that'll activate your powers." He said, flicking several switches and the machine started vibrating and glowing.

"You named a machine... Seraphina..." I gave him a totally turned-off look. "But what powers?! I don't know what you're talking about! At least explain this to me!" I panicked, pressing myself against the wall.

"You're born into the wrong world. You, and all your friends. Because of that, research shows you and them alone have abilities beyond our comprehension. We need to find out how to extract that power. It shouldn't be in untrained hands such as yourself, it's an insult to those with true power!" He said, laughing evilly.

'This guy's insane..!' I thought, desperately jumping out of reach from the machine, which had grown robot arms while he was talking and started reaching out to grab me. 'What can I do?! Think, Celeste, think... CRAP!' My thoughts were interrupted when I felt a death grip wrap around my waist, and realized the machine had grabbed me while my thoughts were distracted.

"Now watch, as I strip you of the power you should have never had!" He shouted manically, and bolts of pain started spasming through me, forcing a scream through my dry lips. Then everything suddenly stopped, the machine, if that's even what it was, let me go and I abruptly dropped to the ground in a crumpled heap, moaning.

"I still don't know what 'powers' everyone keeps telling me I have today!" I spoke through gritted teeth, clenching my fists in pain from the after effects of the bolts.

"I see no harm in telling you... Since you're going to die." He said, walking over and through the door, kneeling down next to me. The next words he said froze my blood.

"You're a dimension hopper, Celeste. Born into the wrong world, the gods gave you and your friends alone the ability to cross the dimensional rift and survive. We need that power. America will be the greatest country in the world with it! Everyone will tremble at our name!" He laughed that crazy laugh again.

"Jeez, you really are insane... It's... Not possible..." I trailed off, an unfamiliar tingling sensation going through my spine. 'W-what is this...?' I thought, looking at my hands, which were starting to glow a bright silver, the same shade as my hair. The scientist backed up several paces, fear coming over his face all of a sudden.

"D-DEMON! What the hell are you?!" He cried out. "Not even you could glow like that!" He backed up even farther, and I felt my body being lifted on its own. 'What's going on with me?'

"Help!" I cried out desperately, thrashing, but before I knew it, everything around me went black, I felt my body moving at a super high speed, then jerked as I came to a stop. Lights every color of the rainbow appeared around me, glimmering against he pitch black veil, before disappearing again and my body plummeted back to the ground. I let out a shrill scream as an old-fashioned town suddenly appeared, and I wasn't showing any sign of slowing down. In the brief glance I had, the town looked like an ancient Japanese capitol.

Then everything went black as I felt my body slam full force into stone, just outside the town.

A/N: Next time, if you've seen/read/whatever Ninja Assassin, you'll meet some old friends! And no, Celeste isn't the heroine from that sim, I'm gonna be doing a companion story among several others for this for her. So, long story short, stay tuned, 'cause next time there'll be Ninja's, questions, mythical worlds, and a whole lot more! =3