Ok I am just getting down how this site works and this is my first story to actually try and go through with so please go easy on me. I have a habit of over criticizing my self so this story may be slow in coming and if I don't get very many reviews I will probably not go very far with it. Also these are all my own characters. They are mine I came up with them and own them. Please do not steal them. Now that is taking care of, Enjoy! :)

Chapter 1

All I can think about is something has to happen. Something is going to come up and ruin it all. It is too good to be true and to have lasted this long. My Life has been perfect for too long.

It was two years ago and my life sucked. Now I will admit it was a lot better than others. Not everybody has a millionaire for a dad. But my step mother and her son were another story. I knew she was only with him for the money and it was like her son was obsessed with me. He would follow me everywhere and I would always see him staring at me. I only had my mother and sister to talk to about it, they would not say I was being ridiculous and should appreciate what I have but then again head stones can not talk back. I felt so alone and would try and talk to my dad about it but he was oblivious to everything. So I put up a wall around me to keep everything out.

Then it happened. My dad was killed. The investigator suspected foul play, but no evidence was ever found. The only justification I got out of it was that no matter how much he said he loved my step mother he didn't leave that gold digger a cent. I spent the next couple of months in and out of court since she was trying to fight to get the money. And though I hated her I finally agreed to give her ten million out of the estate, so that her and her son would go away.

Next thing I know I am in all the tabloids. They are saying that I am one of the richest teens in America. Though I had never really considered my self a teen since my mom passed away when I was sixteen. I was always mature for my age, and I took up the role of woman of the house. That is until my step mother, came into the picture. But I was all done with that now.

I split up my dad's estate. I kept sixty million in a savings so that I should never have any worries and so that I could make sure I would be able to maintain the up keep of my family home. The other eighty million I split up and gave to charities. Apparently every one in America either thought I was crazy or a saint, but I didn't care. Let them think what they want I just wanted my own privacy.

I could not stay in my families home by myself, it was too big and seemed to empty. My parents were simplistic people that hoped for a big family so they bought a colonial style home with six bedrooms on a thousand acres so that my mother could have her horses. But my mother almost died having me and was told she could no longer have kids. Then a miracle happened when I was fifteen, my mother found out she was pregnant. She was doing so good till she was seven months along. I lost both, my mother and baby sister.

This house had too many bad memories that out weighed the good. I still could not sell it but I didn't have to live there. So I left our home in Tennessee and moved to England. My dad owned some land with a stable there so I could bring my horse. I bought a small house close to the stable so as not to draw to much attention to myself, and started to continue my college education.

It has been two years now and life has been perfect. I am almost finished with college and other than a boyfriend and one close friend, I have been able to keep my own privacy from the media. It had been two years now and tomorrow I would be turning twenty two. And for some reason I felt like something terrible was going to happen. My life could never be this good. Every thing good must come to an end.

I found my self out at the stables again. These past couple of days I haven't been able to get my family off my mind. So I come out here to the stables and find comfort with my horse, lil. I had my arms wrapped around her neck just taking in the scent of the stables when I noticed something was off. I even felt lil tense. I got that all to familiar feeling that some one was watching me. When I turned around I actually expected to see my old step brother but no one was there. I talked my self down trying to calm my nerves. I gave my horse one last pat and headed to my car. As I opened the door the wind picked up and scarred me so bad I jumped in my car as fast as I could and locked the doors. I sat there for a minute scanning my surroundings. When nothing seemed out of place I started up my car and headed home, still unable to shake the feeling that I was being watched.

I pulled up to my house and ran inside. As I leaned against the front door I laughed at myself for being so paranoid but I still locked the door as I headed up the stairs to get ready for bed. After a shower and putting on some underwear and a black tank top I set to the task of taming my hair. I sat in front of the vanity and just stared at my reflection. The first thing I notice anytime I look in the mirror is the mark on my right cheek. I don't know how it got there as far as I know it has been there since I was born. It was just a couple shades lighter than my skin which meant it was white, cause that is the only shade lighter than my pale complexion. It was shaped like a crescent moon and I had always assumed it was a scar, seeing as how I don't remember ever hearing about birth marks like it. With out even realizing I had done it, I had my finger touching my face and was tracing the shape of the scar. I looked down at my hand and just shook my head.

It was when I looked back up in the mirror I saw how tired I looked. These past nights I have been having weird dreams so I hadn't been able to sleep very well and you could tell. My normal light green eyes looked dark, lifeless and the bags under them didn't help. My dark blonde hair went down to the middle of my back and was all tangled up. So I pushed all negative thoughts to the back of my head and went to attacking my hair with my brush. After about five minutes I finally got it straightened out. As I looked back up at my reflection I got a chill down my spin and it went straight into the pit of my stomach. I got that feeling again that something was going to happen. Everything has been to perfect lately. I shook the feeling off and decided it was time for bed. I crawled into bed and my last thought was that maybe tomorrow wont be as bad as I keep thinking and for once I might get some good sleep.

I was in this strange dream again where it felt like I was watching a movie. It was always the same. I never played a part in the dream . I just watched what everyone else was doing. Well tonight I was going to try and control the dream. I started out in the same room. It looked like it was in a castle. There were stone floors and walls. Candles lit up the room causing shadows to bounce off the wall when a breeze would come in through the open window. I turned to look at the huge canopy bed in the center of the room. It looked warm and inviting. The sheets were a soft brown with a plush earth green comforter that had a gorgeous gold swirled design stitched into it. I resisted the urge to follow the dream and walk out the door and head down the hallway to the library. Instead I walked over to the window and looked out to see what appeared to look just like a modern day town. I was not expecting that. I figured I was having some middle aged renaissance dream.

Just as I was leaning out the window to try and get a better look and maybe figure out were this castle was the door opened. I turned to see a handsome man walk through the door. He was tall, with dark brown hair that was shaggy down to his ears, he had dark blue eyes with a small red ring around the pupil that contrasted with his blue eyes and pale skin. He was wearing dark blue jeans and a tight black shirt that showed off his toned body. As I was checking him out a name came to my lips, "Drayton." The man's head snapped up in my direction. I just stared in shock as I realized I had spoke. I never did that in this dream. Maybe it was because I tried to take control. But before I could contemplate any longer the man who I assumed was Drayton started walking towards me. Everything in my mind yelled at me to run but I couldn't move. He walked right up to me and stopped just inches in front of me.

I tensed up not knowing what to expect. Then he looked around and stepped forward. He went right through me to the window and looked outside still searching for the one who said his name. He shook his head and running his hand through his hair he finally spoke, "Man I need some rest. I am starting to hear things." He smiled and laughed to himself and I felt like my heart melted at the sound. His voice was breathtaking and his smile made me want to faint. I decided it was time to get out of here before I did anything else. So I headed for the door and with out thinking I closed it behind me. Next thing I knew Drayton had flung the door open and was looking down the hallway. "oops," I said before slapping my hand over my mouth. He raised his eyebrows and looked right at me. He said three words as he sniffed the air, before shaking his head and closing the door, "Mynx? That's impossible."

At that word my body shuttered and everything went blurry as the wind whipped around me. I was traveling really fast and I knew I was going to throw up, when I suddenly came to a stop. I was in what looked to be like a dungeon. I was in a different castle I could tell cause the sounds outside. I no longer heard the town but instead I heard birds and what sounded like running water. There must be a creek near by. Then I noticed the sun coming in through the window that sat up high on the wall. Wow it is a completely different time of day. I was contemplating what all I had heard and seen when my train of thought was broken by the sound of a woman crying. I started looking through the cells to find the woman. When I came to a cell near the back of the room. I looked in to see her chained to the wall. Her long dark blond hair was over her face as she hung her head low sobbing. I couldn't stop my self. I ran to her and touched her arm, "Are you alright?" Her head shot up at my voice and touch. I stopped breathing as I looked at her face. I heard the door to the room open and a man talking to himself but I couldn't move. Her eyes widened in terror as the man came to her cell. I looked at the man and he was staring right at me a shocked look on his face. Then she started yelling at me, " Wake up Everly! You must wake up!" the man had a sinister smile on his face as he came towards me. The last thing I heard was her scream, "Everly!" then all was black.

I don't know how long I stayed in the dark until I finally realized that I had my eyes closed. I slowly opened them to see the sunlight coming through my bedroom window. I sat up fast and all I could think of was that woman's face. Her long dark blonde hair, her light green eyes, and on her right cheek was a scar like mine but instead of a crescent moon it was a star.

"What the hell was that?"