A/N: Okay, so this is a new story. I will be continuing my other one, but this was in an entirely different category and I loved this idea…blame my muse! But that's just me, I'd love to know what you guys think and if it's worth continuing.

Just a quick thanks to all the rogan writers, each one of you, and I mean literally (I have read at least one of each of your stories), each of you have inspired me and made me a better writer without knowing it! So thanks a lot!

Disclaimer: No, sadly, I don't own anything otherwise I wouldn't need to write fanfics to keep me from crying.

I AM SOOOOOOOOOOO SORRY!! I WROTE THIS FOR ANOTHER STORY AND FORGOT TO CHANGE SOME OF THE CHARACTERS' NAMES. PLEASE FORGIVE ME. I HAVE REPOSTED THIS CHAPTER IN HOPES OF CORRECTING MY MISTAKES.

ERIKA IS RORY, JUST FORGOT TO CHANGE HER NAME. NO SPLIT PERSONALITY INVOLVED HERE.

ETHAN IS LOGAN, FORGOT TO CHANGE HIS NAME.

PETER IS LUKE.

I REALLY APOLOGISE FOR ALL THE CONFUSION…FORGIVE ME!!

Prologue

Tranquil, blue skies greeted the earth. Methodical swaying motions of the grass, forever busy mingling with the wind. Sweet whispers of summer promises drifting through the air and the insanely fresh aroma of a new day bathed the earth once again at the start of a new day. Yes, all was right in the world of nature; life going on as it should. People coming and going, hardships conquered and friendships brewed. No one would be found particularly upset on a day such as this, with the cool wind hitting your face and summer singing just beyond the horizon, nobody, no one, except her…

She ran for hours, not noticing the welcoming rays of the sun and the soothing lullabies of the wind. She was hurt and destroyed. No amount of happiness would ever flow through her soul ever again. Her heart was slowly freezing. Her once innocent approach to life was now overpowered with the infuriating blanket of darkness that no one her age should have to bear. From then on she was alone. She knew her blissful winter nights by the fire were extinguished and her joyful days spent in the summer were flooded with sorrow. She had lost the only two people in her life that mattered, the only two people she could openly trust. Now she was orphaned and on her own, unsuspecting to destiny's mysterious detour in fate that she will undoubtedly stumble across in the not so distant future.

But that was ten years ago…

Chapter 1 – Who are you?

Luke Danes sat outside the lavish home resting his tired body on one of the snow white sun-chairs. He was admiring the beautiful scenery surrounding him and could not remember another day as fine as this. Usually, he was very unemotional and bitter, he had only kept a soft spot in his heart for – as he has no children of his own – the little girl and his godson. He was particularly content today, as the young mistress would be returning from her ten year journey.

'My, how I've missed that girl. Things have been awfully dull without her these past ten years. I just hope she found what she was looking for.'

Luke, at age fourty-seven, was brought out of his reverie by a sudden knock on the front door. Using his antique, wooden walking stick to support his body weight, Luke lifted himself off the chair. In the sunlight, his white hair glimmered, the many wrinkles on his face mere signs of wisdom and brown eyes, reflected that of the young, brave man from his past.

'She's finally here.'

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Logan Huntzburger was visiting his godfather in a small country-side village, near London. He hadn't seen his godfather since the tragic death of Mr Christopher and Mrs Lorelai Hayden all those many years ago. Logan, after much encouragement, had decided to venture into the country-side before continuing on his quest to look for the specific witch to which he was destined, from birth, to protect.

Soon, very soon, the ultimate test of fate shall arise, and the legendary battle shall once again threaten the boundaries of peace and begin its cruel repetition of history. Only this time, the outcome of the battle may just sway in favour of the others. So, to cut a long story short, time was of the essence.

However, despite all of the problems in the world of the supernatural, Logan stayed at what seemed like the largest mansion in the country, helping his grandfather out wherever possible. On this particular day, he was out in the garden, riding it of all the parasitic weeds that dented its beauty. He was just about done when he heard a sudden knock at the front door.

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"Rory, good to have you back," came the cheery voice of Luke Danes.

"It's Lorelai…and nice to see you too Luke," replied the eighteen year old teen n a tiresome and somewhat unenthusiastic voice.

"How was your journey…uh…Lorelai? Did you find what you were looking for?" asked the butler as he removed Rory's old coat from around her body, desperately trying to find out some information on where and how little Rory had been. He had always considered her to be one of his own children and so went many a night in the past ten years without sleep, only worry. "Later Luke, right now I've got work to do," replied Rory in a tone that marked finality.

"Sure, of course. You remember where to find me if you need anything," answered the disappointed voice of her butler. This wasn't the same happy, delightful girl he remembered from years before and even though she was far more beautiful than he would ever have imagined possible; something had changed.

Rory was about to ascend the intimidating, winding flight of stairs when something out of the ordinary caught her eye. It was a boy, about 5'9, with a well toned body and an undeniably handsome face, that much was clear even though he was at the minimum, ten metres away. He was walking toward the open, glass door leading to the inside quarters of the mansion…he was walking toward her.

With each step he took, the more certain his features became. He had short, blond hair which was disarrayed in an annoyingly perfect way, his eyes were the colour of a never-ending pool of chocolate accentuated with a glow of mystery about them and his intense facial features only accentuated the mystical air about him. By the time Rory had completed scanning the mysterious boy, he had approached her. It was only then that she noticed he was only a year or two older than herself.

"Hi…um…may I help you ma'am?" came the voice of the strange boy and Rory couldn't help but notice how perfectly his voice complemented his features and vice-versa. However, Rory was not one to melt and drool over a good-looking guy. She wouldn't dream of her prince charming or even think about allowing anyone to invade on her life. She had grown up a long time ago and, to her, petty things such as love and happiness were just illusions, figments of one's imagination. She didn't believe in happiness…not anymore.

"No, I don't need any help. The owner of this house should know her way around," came Rory's cold reply, but to her amazement and clear frustration, her tone, didn't startle the boy at all, "Who are you?"

"My name is Logan Huntzberger and you are…"

"Oh, I know you. You're the son of Mitchum Huntzberger journalist extraordinaire. Well, I'm Lorelai Leigh Gilmore-Hayden," replied Rory wearing her expressionless mask.

"So you're Rory. My godfather has told me stories from when you were a child. He just adored you," stated Logan trying a different approach, but what he kept to himself was the sudden shock he had experienced on first seeing her.

In his opinion, she was, for lack of a better expression, outright gorgeous! She had piercing blue eyes with her hair, a mixture of light and dark shades of brown, held loosely in a hair clip, allowing gentle locks of hair frame her beautiful face. Her cheekbones held her facial features in a mature manner, but her expressions were hidden beneath her perfectly carved 'stone mask' which she wore with such confidence, it wasn't difficult to become immediately intimidated. Apart from her attractive facial beauty, she wore a perfect figure, which only added to the overall gorgeousness of this girl, who he noticed, was only a year or two younger than himself.

"It's Lorelai, as I have already mentioned. Now, do you wish to tell me something, or do you take pleasure in wasting other people's time?" Rory's snapping voice pulled Logan out of his daze and brought him back to reality.

"Hey, who spat in your soup?" asked Logan a little irritated at her coldness.

"Just leave. You've wasted enough of my time already," answered Rory, never once letting her expressionless mask falter. No emotion would have ever been detected, had she not allowed her voice to drip with irritation and anger.

"Suit yourself, but have you seen my godfather anywhere?" asked Logan experiencing a little trouble keeping his temper at bay.

"Go look for him yourself. I don't have the time to keep a track on everyone's whereabouts you know. I've got better things to do," stated Rory before turning her back on Logan, successfully pushing his temper over the cliff.

"What's your problem?" Logan all but yelled to her retreating back.

"None of your business Huntzberger! Your parents never loved you so, you'd never understand," stated Rory; the latter of her sentence spoken in a tone just over a whisper. Her easily detectable vulnerability which peaked Logan's curiosity but also added fuel to his furious anger – just because he didn't get on well with his parents didn't mean she could throw it at him like that. He was trying and very slowly they were maybe getting a little close together than one being on Pluto while the other on mercury (maybe now his parents warming up a bit, but not nearly enough to put the space of seven planets behind them.

"What the hell is your problem? Why are you so damn bitter!?" yelled Logan.

"You'll never understand. You're too stupid to even come close, so don't try, you'll hurt yourself," shot back Rory.

"How would you know?" asked Logan trying to stay borderline polite.

"You look like that type of person," stated Rory nonchalantly.

"Well maybe you need to get your eyes checked," snapped Logan.

"Maybe you need to look in a mirror!" shot back Rory.

"Touché, but ever heard the term never judge a book by its cover?" asked Logan, although he'd never admit it this was the first time anyone had ever challenged him…and he liked it.

"Sometimes, the cover is all you need to know the book," snapped Rory, turning on her heel and stomping away. Halfway there however, she turned back and said, "and in your case, you're a pathetic, cocky imbecile. What more is there to know? Do you really expect me to believe your character is deeper than that? Please, a five year old has more promise."

Standing awe-struck at the bottom of the stairs, Logan heard the large oak door slam. Never in his life had he met anyone so beautiful, yet so damn infuriating!!

A/N: Okay, so how was it. This is going to have a bit of magic involved it is fantasy. I just realized there aren't any Rogan fantasy fics and I thought this was a good opportunity. Tell me what you think…I need to know whether I should continue, I already have the first eleven chapters typed…I had a spark of inspiration so sue me!!

Anyway, good luck to all for everything!!!

Lassie