A/N: Welcome to the rewrite of THE BEGINNING OF A LEGEND. See two weeks… I did it… I kept my promise. Yea! In my mind this version is so much better… In my mind. We'll see what you guys think. So Enjoy!

This story will be a high T depending on some of the themes o have decided to add to the re-write. I might have to switch to M but ya know... We'll see...

Chapter 1

Eight year old Cammie sat impatiently in her seat. They had been at the park for what seemed like hours to her young mind.

The graduation had yet to start and Abby had required her to sit still… or at least stay in her seat… she had said nothing about the siting still part now that Cammie thought about it.

But the taunt arm across the back on her chair was warning enough.

So Cammie waited for her brother Grant to walk across that stage already.

"How much longer?" she whispered loudly.

Abby shushed her, answering with a quiet "Soon."

The man in the front, who was talking, didn't stop. He motioned to the sea of deep blue polyester.

Cammie collapsed back onto Abby's chest. She was soooooo bored and this showed no sign of ending anytime soon.

"It won't be much longer Squirt. I promise." Abby whispered. Cammie rolled her eyes but Abby didn't see.

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"GRANT!" Cammie bolted towards her eighteen year old brother, who was conversing with his friends rather loudly. Teenage boys on the fact they were done with school.

"Hey Squirt!" he laughed and picked her up as she barreled into him.

Abby caught up quickly. "Goodness, Cammie, next time wait for your aunt."

"Sorry." Cammie smiled innocently.

"Congratulations." Abby hugged her nephew. Grant gave her a one armed hug, seeing as Cammie occupied the other as she chatted adamantly with one of his friends.

"Thanks." Grant smiled. They started towards the area where there would be a reception now that the graduating had happened.

"Hey Abby?" Grant let Cammie down, who ran ahead seeing one of her friends. "A bunch of us are getting together tonight to celebrate this whole thing," Grant gestures, sheading his purple robe, "Can I get out of Cammie duties to go?"

"I am not a duty!" Cammie protested, coming back up to them.

"Actually you are." He smiled and ruffed her hair.

"I guess." Abby sighed. "Jest let me call my supervisor." She pulled out the phone that Cammie wasn't allowed to touch.

Which made it all the more tempting.

Grant led Cammie over to the drink table and got her some water, telling her to stay close while he talked to his friends.

Like that ever worked.

Cammie had a mind of her own and was as usual a troublemaker.

(In a secluded corner of the park)

"But it's my nephews graduation day! I asked for the day off! I can't just leave!" Abby protested into her phone.

"You have 20 minutes." The gruff voice answered before clicking off.

Abby let out a noise of irritation, causing a pair of giggling graduates to look her way.

"Oh don't mind me." She snapped. Quickly she pushed her at through the crowd.

"Grant," she called when she reached him.

Grant paused mid- sentence. "Yes?" He asked.

"I have to leave. Urgent business at work you see."

"Of course it is. It always is." Grant mumbled, turning back to his friends.

"Look after Cammie will you?" She called as she started to walk away.

Grant just rolled his eyes.

Now we know where Cammie learned that from.

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The dark haired boy was woken by a scream.

This wasn't just any scream. It was a scream like none he had ever heard in his life. Full of pain and suffering. Full of fear.

The boy scrambled from his bed.

"Don't take my son! Don't take him!" His mother's voice rise several octaves.

Something solid hit the door.

He started back from it.

"Don't take him! Please! Leave us! You took my husband! Don't take my son too!" Her body hit the door again.

Something thumped and a mangled cry ran through the quiet country house.

There was no one around for miles.

"Jace. Jace. Jace... You run... Get as far away from here as you possibly can. Your dad loves you. I love you so very much. GO!"

Those were her last words to him.

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"So where will you be going this fall Mr. Morgan?" The superintendent asked Grant.

"Roseville University in Virginia. They've got a great architecture program there. One of the best." Grant responded trying to subdue Cammie who was climbing all over him, urging him that it was time to go. She had the patience of an ant.

The superintendent looked at Cammie, as if trying to put their relationship into perspective.

"This is my sister Cammie." Grant said in a hurry, noticing the look.

"Thought so. Do you know how hard it would be to raise a child and go to a school like Roseville at the same time? Great choice by the way! Now I really must get going! Lots if people to greet and say goodbye too!" The superintendent hurried off.

"You really have to be annoying don't you." Grant started leading Cammie out of the park. Earlier he had discarded of his itchy robe and the tie Abby had made him wear hung loosely around his neck.

Cammie made a face at him and hurried in front of him a bit.

While she did that Grant started to devise a plan. He would put Cammie to bed, make sure was sound asleep before sneaking out of the house to the party. Chances were that Abby wouldn't get home till morning or she would be too exhausted to check and see if he was really there so he would have enough time to get back from the party.

Abby would never know.

A friend form the varsity soccer team called Grant, momentarily taking his attention away from the seven year old.

A few moments later he heard the cry of his name and a scream right after that. He looked up to see a man and a women. The man as quite large and the women as tall and slender. She looked about 50 but it was hard to tell from that distance.

In the arms of the man Cammie was struggling and screaming.

"OH SH-!" Grant yelled and took off running.

Cammie was struggling an screaming, her little feet mixing the man, which seemed to be doing no good.

Grant reached Cammie as quickly as he could. But I didn't seem quick enough.

"Come on Max! You know better than to lag." The woman snapped. Max didn't get far before Grant tackled him. Like full on football tackle.

Another women, he knew this one rescued cammie who was crying as he picked himself up, Max and the undetermined woman quickly sliding into a sleek black car and pulling away.

Taking the traumatized Cammie into his arms Grant decided he wasn't going to that party after all.

A/N So... What did you think? A lot longer huh? Ya. It is. Confusing maybe too. It will all make sense as the story comes together.

Hello rewrite... Nice too meet you. I think we will get along quite nicely! Now what do you all (the readers) think of this?

I be curious! Until next time!