Full Summery: Sarah is a fully blind girl whose life was stolen from her by her less-than-sane grandfather at age 1 when her parents died. Somehow, Sarah finally convinces Jake, or her grandfather, to let her got to Lincoln Boarding School. He warned her one thing: stay away from all boys. Sarah thought it was just the regular male adult worrying for the young female. But maybe there is much more to it than that. Maybe Jake wasn't wrong; maybe he was right. Maybe that dashing boy who seems so perfect is only after one thing, and that is to play his full part in the prophecy, a prophecy which Sarah believed was all just proof of her grandfather's loss of sanity. And everything, EVERYTHING! leads back to the basement of Lincoln Boarding School.

Let me explain this: the following is hinting at some hidden drama, and is also telling (though you might not understand) you about how the prophecy came to be. The next part is just a little intro as to Sarah got free. Enjoy! ;)

Prologue:

Lincoln Boarding School sat at the edge of a lake, the skies always windy and cool, by the moon always showed. It was old and creaky, which was beautiful during the day. But no student dared leave their dorm at night; they didn't know if this was because they were scared, or their bodies naturally repelled by the suffocating darkness. All they knew is that they human instincts which rarely made an appearance shrieked whenever they left their safe, warm dorms.

But if they had left their dorms, they would have heard the chanting; horrid, never ending chanting that was like a hurricane of chilling curses that took affect immediately. They had no words; it was all one long, cordless song that curved and spun like a woven blanket. Rarely did anyone understand it; rarely did it's speaker understand it.

If they listened long enough, around two in the morning the footsteps would begin that night. It was the first time since the chanter that anyone had walked the halls after 10 PM. The steps were eerily even, and each step had a purpose.

If you could somehow watch, you'd see it to.

A man in a gray suit that was very much worn and patched; a student would recognize him as Cam, the old janitor. He was young, but very much tired and unhappy. This usually made him look very much older than he was; instead of the ripe age of 30, he looked 40-50 years old.

But all the sorrow and weariness was gone, replaced by a grim, yet determined, frown as he hurried to a door, hidden by the old stage (It was on the part of the school that was deemed to old to be stable) curtain.

He opened the door and walked down the dirt steps, his foot steps eerily muffled, yet all sound can carry. And the sound that was being carried from the basement was chilling; the chanting was incredibly loud here.

He came to the last step, and said in a commanding and determined voice, "I told you not to come here anymore, Rose."

The chanting stopped, and the silence was filled with a beautiful. Youthful laugh, and then you might be able to see a young woman with blonde hair and blue eyes, tall and confident, smiling at Cam easily. "Ah, but the conditions have been just right, Cameron! I just know she hears me now! And I need to bless the child, as she has no mother now, she needs be watched by the—"

"Don't say her name in this place!" Cam hissed. "This place has been contaminated enough by your incessant chanting! The purifying ritual will take months. I want to leave, Rose. I don't care about the child, and I don't care about you God."

Rose frowned. "We used to be so strong together," Rose murmured. "We used to be so perfect together. Where did we go wrong, Cameron?"

"We went wrong when you went too far. It was fun, Rose, it really was. But you are putting too many lives at risk now, including everyone at this school. This isn't a game, Rose," Cameron said softly.

Rose sighed, frustrated. "Why do you insist on lying to yourself? This is securing a place for BOTH of us, whether you like it or now, Cameron. It's already been done. Our children shall be a likeness of us, and shall seek one another like a moth to a flame. And once they are finally joined, Cameron, they shall bear a child who shall chose the gate which they shall enter. It's too late, Cameron. Your daughter is already just like you; she is already feeling the difference. She shall never be complete in this life; nor shall her child, or hers. But on the 5th Generation, she shall find my spawn. This is what shall come to pass, Cameron. It's too late."

Cameron stared at Rose in horror. Memories of them loving each other, or laughing, of kissing, or secrets shared, of their game which was suddenly the fate of the world…Rose was insane! "Rose, what have you done?!"