Chapter 1

Let's just put this simply. I always knew I was different. I was always freaky strong, fast, and agile. So it didn't really surprise me to learn what I did in that vision. Oh, you want to know what happened? Well frick you, 'cause I ain't telling you immediately. So you have to read.

I walk slowly along the sidewalk, people shying away from me. I wasn't surprised, no matter where I went, a dark aura seemed to follow me. I didn't really mind, I liked the solitude it brought.

"Oh look, Sabrina," I hear a familiar voice. "It's the student teacher. I wonder what she's up to." Chloe sticks her foot out to attempt tripping me. It doesn't go too well for her. Let's just say that she ended up in a puddle of mud left over from the recent rain. Today was going to be a good day. Marinette passes me on my way, holding a box.

"Hope you save some of those goodies for me!" I call after her, my voice playful. She smiles back at me.

"Hope you like chocolate croissants!" She gives me a thumbs up with her free hand. I keep my slow pace all the way to the school. The sun shines brightly through the patchy rain clouds. I enter the English classroom, and I'm immediately greeted by a smiling Ms. Butier.

"Oh, I'm so glad that you are here. You prepared the short story lesson?" She asks. Ms. Bustier was always smiling. That's why I liked her. She was undeterred by whatever it was about me that drove people away, but she wasn't obnoxious. I return her smile and pull a stack of papers from my bag.

"It's all here." I smile as I hand her the papers. She nods and begins setting up the classroom. That's where I get bored. Sorry, I'm just a very difficult person. I have a three-second train of thought, and a hyperactive brain. I find myself wandering around the school, and eventually in the library. You know what, how mad would you be if I told you it was about to get interesting. If I never finished saying what I needed too? Angry right? Just think about it. You could stop reading, and pretend my life went on normally, and I ended up and actress with a secondary job as a teacher. I'll just tell you, this is where it gets weird. Because that's when I started hearing the voices.

The first thing I heard was a lullaby. A sweet lullaby, but it was kind of scary to hear a soft, motherly voice crooning the song in Norwegian. IT WAS TERRIFYING. But I didn't run, I enjoyed it. It went something like this:

Stille nå, solen er fading,

Natten er nå til stede,

Men frykt ikke for jeg venter,

I et annet land

In English, it roughly translates to:

Quiet now, the sun is fading,

The night is now at hand,

But fear not, for I am waiting,

In another land.

I don't speak Norwegian, so you can understand my surprise at being able to understand the lullaby. But it doesn't end there. I kept hearing voices, and the lullaby replaying in my head, again and again, all day long. I'm good at tuning things out, but it was still annoying.

I flop down on my bed when I get back to my apartment. The voices hammer at my mind with more intensity than ever.

"OH FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT IS BEAUTIFUL. JUST LET ME SLEEEEEEEEP!" I groan loudly. The voices leave for a grand total of about five minutes. I groan and roll over on my bed. Though something catches my eye. A gold ring I have never seen before sits in the middle of my counter. I don't know how it got there, but it was frightening me. I get up and examine the ring. The voices seem to crowd closer. Was this the ring the voices had been telling me about? The whole day, the voices had been telling me to find the ring. Over and over and over again. Could this be it? I hear a very distinct voice. Almost as if there was someone behind me, whispering in my ear.

Put it on.