Well, here is the beginning! Can't believe I am starting another story when Im not even done with my other ones! Blah! That always happens though! But anyhow, I think this is going to go along smoothly. Hopefully!

Now, this is the prologue! This people are not really important, alright, they are just setting up the frame.

Hope you all enjoy this and hope I have time to work on this regularly!

Jyou: Let us remind you all that she does not own The Covenant but she does own Vema and Braen!

Davis: They are like her special little pets.

Vema: Hey! I am no pet! 'Growls and begins to chase Davis'

Braen: on to the story!

Prologue

Pairings: Pogue/Kate, Caleb/Sarah, Chase/Reid, Caleb/Reid

Warnings: none this chappy

Summary: There are many types of love stories, but none quite like this one. After all, who knows better than Time? Love is ever lasting, is theirs? What will be the outcome of the Covenant?

Notes: Alright, what do I do with Tyler? Awww, he is so cute and I still don't got plans for him...need to work on him...

Fate and Time

Why had god punished me? Oh wait a second, I don't really have to be here. Actually, I shouldn't even be talking to mortals. Is that a split end on my beautiful raven locks? Talking to mortals, how amusing. Some of them could be quite entertaining and I should know, I'm time. I see and know everything!

"Their love was destined for tragedy. They both knew that, and as their eyes met across the room, they had already decided. All that mattered to them, was their love for each other. All that mattered to them, was spending time in each other's arms, even if it was for just a short amount of time."

I laughed and rolled my eyes. Every one stopped and turned to glare at me, their eyes portraying their annoyance.

"That is so cheesy." I shrugged, grinning over at the mahogany haired girl who had been telling her story. Her eyes were a timber wolf gray and her cheeks were a rosy pink. She had such a childish aura, it was no wonder she was telling such cheesy stories. I sneered in disdain. She just glared back at me, for daring to interrupt her.

"I thought you were going to remain quiet." She growled. Well, well, the kitty has shown her claws. Really, and he had thought her a sweetheart.

"I was, but after such a fake sugary story after another, I decided that this conglomeration needed a bit more of realism. We need a story where there is heartbreak, where there is danger, where there is passion, where there is violence and lust and power and action. " I stated, before turning around from the window and looking at the whole group, seated in front of the fireplace. Luckily the library had it, because it was getting darker and with the darkness came the coldness. However, it didn't bother me, I didn't mind the coldness at all.

"Or wouldn't you agree, Braen?" I glanced straight ahead, to my partner.

The only reason I was even in this stupid meeting was because of him. He did not want to be mean to what was the girl's name? Veronica? The cute, red head girl that was telling the cutesy stories.

"What do you have in mind, then?" She snapped. Every one else was just watching us. How I loved having the attention and he knew it. His mouth was curled into an amused smirk.

I strutted over and sat down on the ground and leaned against his legs.

"Why, I think it is time you all heard a real story. A story worth listening to. Now, this story is only for those with the brains, so, who wants to hear it?" I asked, crossing my legs Indian style.

"Tells us! Vema!"

"Yeah!"

"Save the best for last!"

I grinned and smiled triumphantly over at Veronica.

"Really, now, Vema. We were supposed to be inconspicious." Braen leaned down and muttered to me.

"Yes, well, you weren't doing such a good job at that either." I rolled my eyes. My dear partner, Fate, was as inconspicious as me, which was not at all.

"Are you going to need help telling it? Who knows, maybe old age has caused you to forget some of the details." Braen teased softly, sitting back.

"You are as old as me, pal. Besides, you enjoy this story as much as I do." I shrugged, before looking at the rest of the group.

"True, it was like watching a movie." Braen chuckled. I smirked and turned to look at the fire.

"Listen up and listen up good! Please, take a seat, get comfortable. This is going to take a little while, but just a little! This story takes place in a not so far place, actually, it's right next door!" I began...

Back in the 17th Century, there were some people who migrated over to the America. They migrated to escape persecution. Yes, there were religious people seeking toleration; however, there were other people who were being persecuted. This people had The Power.

They were witches, you can call them. This Power allowed them to do many things. It was both a gift and a curse, for The Power came with repercussions. No one knew how this power came to be. It was not even written in the Book of Damnation, which held all accounts and knowledge of The Power.

However, just like in Europe, those who held The Power were once again persecuted. Persecutions soon spread through all of Massachusetts. This caused certain families in Ipswich to join and create a Covenant of silence.

Time progressed...

For 300 years, this families remained safe. Their only danger was succumbing to The Power, for too much use of it would kill a person.

However...there was something that was lost...there was something that remained hidden...

The Covenant faced dangers, grief, and...love...

This is were their story...begins...

To Be Continued

Well, yes, there is nothing much there, just stay around a bit more. It will get interesting. Tell me what you think! And if you have any ideas, I may just implement them into the story!