Hi everyone! So, this is my first story, I already wrote a few but never published them... Let me know what you think about it and if you want the rest. I'll take all the comments that can help me to improve my style and the story.

Disclaimer: I obviously don't own haven and its characters, but Stephan King and Syfy do.

Enjoy!

Prologue

On my roaring bike, I can feel the wind blowing my hair. I can feel the road under the wheels, the vibe of the tarmac.

My baby's driving me to my next stop, perhaps the last, or just a grain in the sand that's my trip. I'm with her for years, and she never left me, failed me. I know she's gonna bring me to my goal… I just don't know when.

The signal of the small town I'll stay, just passed my vision as I heard my bike telling me she's thirsty. I stopped to the first gasoline station, and filled her to the edge. I then entered the shop to pay after I pulled off the helmet. I could see how the guy was looking at me, but I'm used to it, after all, with my tall length, piercing blue eyes, and especially my uncommon white hair, I'm kinda out of the standard. Giving him the bill for the gas, I took advantage of his attention to ask him where I could find a nice place to get a good drink. "The Grey Gull's the best, you'll see" he winced at me. After he showed me how to drive there, I went back to my beauty, pulled on my helmet, and reached the right road.

That seemed odd to me, but I was pretty sure I finally found the town I was looking for, 4 years after the beginning of m trip. At my grandmother's death, she told me in a letter that if she was the one who had always looked at me, it was because my parents were busy elsewhere, with another family. That my mother got me too soon in their relationship, so she preferred to entrust me to grandma, rather than telling him she had a baby that could broke their couple.

Learning that, I was a bit devastated, but 'hey', I was 35 when she died, and it was finally time for me to meet my siblings. The day following grandma's funeral, I had chosen to clean her stuff, and that was when I'd found out letters and pictures my mother had sent her. I apparently have two brothers, just 4 years younger than me for the youngest.

That's why me, Ellina, was here now, in the small town of Haven, Maine, looking for the little Crocker.