Author's Note: This is just a prologue to a rather long fic I have planned. So please sit tight and I'll update as often as I can. J

Summary: A lost witch is left alone to deal with unleashing her dormant powers accidentally on her 16th Birthday. Strange things happen to her, and Dawn begins to change into a heartless fighting machine.  Circle Daybreak finally steps in and takes her in and tries to salvage any of the old Dawn. Unfortunately, the involvement of a certain Redfern turns things upside down and Dawn finds herself stuck in an enclave with unstable violent powers.

"Four stand between the light and the shadow"

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Strange things happen at night. Most people aren't aware of it and the rest just really don't care.

Normal, ordinary, weak little humans find out when it's too late. That the world they knew to be reality wasn't even close to what was really there hiding the shadows. Humans watch the world go by at a glance and don't see what dangers lay right in front them. Like an innocent baby playing in a world so new and full of dangerous surprises.

As prophesied, the Night World shall begin its rein. When the time comes, the human world and all it holds dear will fall apart like broken glass.

Unable to repair itself.


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"They don't seem to get it, do they?" Dawn spat out loud as she walked angrily down to the lake at the early hours of the morning. Not many would dare do that and most of all; not many would go out wearing their pyjamas which all consisted of a pair of short black shorts and a sleeveless blue tank top. The odd thing was the fact Dawn walked through the cold winter night and not feel the freezing air wrap itself around her.

Dawn is anything but normal. Her unusual long blonde hair was streaked with a single red strip along the front side. Ever since she was 3 years old, that odd red streak had always been there.

Dawn's striking dark blue eyes held more darkness than most people can wish bear. Not a shred of innocence invaded those eyes and instead a sense of loss filled them like a vast ocean that seemed calm and placid on the surface yet held dangerous violence and rage underneath.

Her eyes glowed once as she heard a voice yell out her name, but she didn't bother to turn around and acknowledge it.

Why can't they just leave me alone? Dawn's mind yelled out desperately as she clenched her fists and picked up her pace.

Dawn's fists started to glow more as her anger swelled up inside her and before she realized it, her legs were moving so fast the wind felt like cold sharp pieces of ice hitting her skin. She ignored the slight discomfort she was in and continued running down to the lake and away from where she thought all her troubles lay.

Dawn reached the edge of the lake's shower and collapsed with a silent cry written all over her face. Her parted lips let out gasps of hot air as warm tears escaped her grieving dark blue eyes, which still glowed a light pink haze.

The pain of it all is just too much, she cried out inside her tortured mind.

Ever since her 16th birthday, odd things started happening. Things she kept secret for far too long.

Every time she closed her eyes to sleep at night, she'd dream of things she'd never seen before. Images of young woman whom she's never met before yet felt somewhat emotionally attached to in some unexplainable way.

She found herself waking up one morning to find little white sparks of light shooting out of the tips of her fingers. She stared at her hands like they weren't her own. For awhile, at least until she could control the sparks, Dawn kept her hands covered with gloves or she refused to leave her room until she got some control over them.

But the most usual thing to happen to her since her 16th birthday was her the lack of restraint of her own emotions.

Dawn suddenly started to feel more angry and lonely as the days passed. Her mind was always in constant motion as she thought about everything. The feeling of something missing somewhere in her life always left her silently wishing for an answer.

Soon her friends became concerned with her sudden change in attitude. The once vibrant and bubbly Dawn was somehow replaced with a sad and angry person who harbored strange secrets that came without a warning or a reason.

A year passed and Dawn now learnt how to hide her powers at a moments notice. She grew dependent on them as she began to strengthen and develop in ways she hadn't known possible.

Dawn took up karate and mastered the art and earned herself a black belt in three other different forms of martial arts. She learned fast and became more and more emotionless as her body got stronger and her heart got harder.

Her powers grew by the day.

Those once small sparks of light that shot out of her finger tips now formed large balls of white lightning that crackled in the palms of her hands.

On occasion, Dawn would go down to the lake at night and practise using her powers by throwing large balls of lightning in the hard and at various objects.

The only thing she was unable to control was the constant images of the young lady who haunted her dreams whispering things she forced her mind to ignore.

Her 18th birthday was spent being alone in her room refusing to speak to anyone. Much like her last birthday, Dawn wanted to be alone to celebrate her birth. For some reason, she was once again filled with anger and regret. Her existence was at question. Her purpose in life once again became blurred and distorted.

She always laughed at the question that roamed around in her pretty little head. Constantly probing for answer that didn't seem to be there.

What am I?

Her unconscious mind always seemed to throw up images of her surrounded in white electrifying light. Images of her causing unimaginable destruction and hurting people . She then saw herself her wrapped up in a sheet of white energy being used to bring forth some kind of chaos.

All the images she constantly saw were soaked in uncertainty and regret. Feelings she knew only too well.

But now they all know.

Her secrets that were well guarded by her for two long years aren't a secret anymore. Everyone she had ever cared about knows what she is or rather what she's become.

But all Dawn could do now was sit there in front of the lake and look out at the reflective arch of the crescent moon that hung alone in the misty black ski.

Not a star in sight.

Just a shining light engulfed in a never-ending sea of darkness. At that moment, Dawn's eyes and hands stopped glowing and her mind fell at rest.

She was among the wild darkness of the night and in a lonely existence stuck in a world that had no place for her.