In the distance I could hear echoes of loud booming explosions, things crashing every which way, and gunshots being fired. For a moment I thought that I was just having another nightmare, though this was rather realistic for my normal dreams. So I decided to go ahead and try that silly thing about pinching yourself...it hurt. Meaning that this wasn't a dream or a nightmare, but an actual event occurring.

I decided to pay closer attention to the sounds out there. Now I could hear doors slamming shut, horses pattering their pads against the hard pavement, screams of women and children, then the howling and whistling of the wind. I looked up to see the sky through the skylight my parents had installed rather than actual windows on the walls like normal houses would. they say that they did this in order to protect me from any harm, if any were to come, I wouldn't know, so I wouldn't worry. sounds stupid but "parents know best."

From what I could see the sky was an ominous shade of gray that just yelled out "I create danger and I intensify it." I had a slight urge to go and open my door to see what the cause of all the commotion was, but I figured it was best for me not to know and just stay in my bed, unknowing of anything more than the sky and its actions.

I hurriedly slid my silky white sheets over my head, covering all of my body. I tried my hardest to shut out the noises I fear so much. I curled up in a ball and tried to calm my trembling body. I heard the echoing noises nearing closer and closer by the minute. As each minute passed, I grew more scared and my body developed more and more goose bumps. My heartbeat picked up in pace from the all-too close noises. I squeezed my eyes as tight as I could and pretended I was in a better place, more calm and peaceful. My body was still trembling in fear that something terrible was going to happen. As much as I wanted to know what was going on out there, I figured it was best I was in the unknowing category.

My breathing was as steady as I could manage, however, my heart was less willing to calm down. I felt as if a cheetah had taken over my heart with how fast it was going.

I could hear footsteps in the corridor nearing closer to my room. The footsteps began to pick up pace till they reached my room. My body went still as I heard the footsteps stop at my door. My heart picked up its abnormal pace while my body froze with fear. I had thoughts racing through my head with all the possible things that could happen.

I could hear my old, worn door creak open slowly at first, but then slam against my concrete wall. Panic filled me and my almond eyes flew open against my will. I could hear the footsteps near my bed. I quickly shut my eyes again and prayed that all of this was just due to my overactive imagination. My heart sank and my hope shattered as soon as I felt the cold air hit my face when the sheets were yanked off of me and I was in somebody's arms.

It was a man. His arms were too built to be a women's, at least as far as I was aware. A women's arms are more smooth and small in size, this person had muscles flexing on his arms with each movement, they weren't huge, but most definitely not small either, or smooth for that matter. He smelled of soap but still had some masculine odor to it. He was wearing heavy shoes, combat sounding. He held me tight against his chest and oddly enough, I felt safe and comforted. I recognized this feeling almost instantly, my father. I opened my eyes to discover it was indeed him. He was looking ahead of him as he ran out of my room and into the long corridor.

But wait...why are we running so fast? And why do they looked so scared? As if something was horribly wrong.

I noticed the way he was going, it was his escape route he showed me while he and I were playing one day. As he ran I could hear another set of footsteps, much lighter and delicate sounding. My mother. She was in her blue and silver nightgown, with her jet black hair pulled back in a messy ponytail with her single silver streak flowing out of it, the colors of our palace and our people. I was told they were special and meant a great deal of importance. I would find out when I grew older. I noticed father, too, had not been wearing proper clothing for going outside. Something was really wrong here.

I heard more bombs exploding along with a few gunshots and blood-curling screams. The fear was brought back and I cried like there was no tomorrow, fearing that maybe, there may not be for me or my parents.

The wind whooshed on my face as they ran through the secret door and down the stone stairs. it felt sort of muggy but it wasn't overwhelming. I heard my mother and father chanting some sort of gibberish before they went out of the door to our exit. Right when they were finished I could see a bubble sort of thing engulfing us. I remember seeing this before when my father and his friends were outside training. Force field. it was the kind that made us invisible to outsiders for only a given time so we had to hurry. my mother opened the door and the cold air hit my face and stung from the sudden change in temperature.

I saw a horse and carriage not too far from where we were, but was it close enough for our shield to last? We rushed out, running as fast as we could. from what I could see, there were fires being set to houses, barns, anything that could burn pretty much was on fire. I saw people with torches running towards our castle while there were few standing guard in different positions. none too close to our carriage, thankfully. All around us was chaos and I was wishing I couldn't see right now. I buried my face in my fathers chest, needing and wanting the comfort it brought to me.

We finally got near the carriage when the force field faded away. I could hear riots and screams from people and stampeding coming our way. I heard gunshots every which way and some weapons being thrown in the air. My father rushed to put my mother and I in the carriage first, him last. However he wasn't fast enough in getting in. Somebody shot an arrow at him from the distance, right in the back of where his heart would be. he collapsed and fell backwards, making the arrow go through him more. He yelled to the man on the carriage with his last dying breath to hurry and go.

I heard my mother gasp and shriek but all I could do was stare and cry. That quickly changed when the door was shut and we had taken off. Leaving my bleeding father to die, what's worse is he died though he did nothing wrong.

However, that is truer than I wish it to be. Our castle had been burnt down, my father killed, and our lives ruined. After this we are to live a life we have never known. But what is done is done, and we must do what is needed to survive now, seeing that it's only my mother and I and most people want us brutally killed.

My mother and I haven't spoken one word since we left.

"Honey, we're going to be living with my cousin for a while, okay? Till things settle down and we can live normally again. Sound okay to you?" By the way her voice sounded, uncertain and a little shaky, I knew she was only saying it for my sake, and knew we wouldn't ever live like we once did. I didn't say anything, though.

I just simply nodded and smiled for her sake.

When we arrived, Lilia came out to greet us, then hurried us inside. She and my mother talked in secret for a while, but then came out of her room carrying a bag full of clothes. She handed them to me with a warm smile.

I felt happy that there was somebody who didn't want us dead, and who was so kind to us when nobody else was, I mean, the people who are supposed to protect us just destroyed our one and only home.

All of the clothes were my size and normal looking. I eyed the clothes and smiled. They were cute and exactly my size, it made me wonder how long this had been planned and if maybe, just maybe, my family had known about this previous to the attack.

After we got settled in, Lilia began to explain the rules of the area and things which we were to change about ourselves. We had to change our habits, such as, the way we present ourselves, the way we talk, and the way we treat others. We are no longer high class, or at least not to anybody's knowledge. My mom and I looked at each other and sighed, knowing how hard this would be for us. But we nodded at Lilia and she nodded back.

"Let's begin, shall we?" said Lilia, smiling encouragingly.

After that, we began to get the hang of things, and eventually blended in and almost forgot about where we came from.

Years went by and we were fine, but when everything had finally calmed down, war struck again...

Waking up was a challenge. I was so damn tired from lack of sleep, and the weird dream sure as hell didn't help at all. I shoved my black and white sheets off of me and slowly stumbled out of bed. I had to hold onto my dresser just to stay upright.

When I finally felt my body stabilize, I walked in the direction of the bathroom. While walking, I noticed that the hardwood floors were wet.

"What the..." I said, thinking out loud. I looked around to see if anybody else was here, unlikely since my door is securely locked with at least five locks. Around this area you can never be too safe.

After seeing nothing, I went to the bathroom and stopped in my tracks.

On the countertop was a girl with curly jet black hair with blue and silver tips. She was wearing a black tank with purple skinny jeans.

She said nothing for a few minutes. Only stared at me, eying me up and down. I felt like I was being judged, or examined. Either way I didn't like the feeling.

"Who are you? And more importantly, how the hell did you get in here?" I was annoyed, yet she was clearly amused by it.

"I'm sorry. I guess I should have introduced myself once you saw me, huh?" she said, giggling innocently.

"Ya think?" I mumbled to myself.

"Well, my name is Hannah. Hannah Kazmir," she said and smiled gently.

"Okay well you never answered how you got in here."

"Right, sorry. I used magic," she looked more serious now, like it meant something important.

What world is this girl from? Or is she an escapee from an insane asylum...i wonder.

"You have issues, or you've watched way too much Sci-fi. Magic doesn't exist," I said matter-of-factly.

"Or so you think. However, you yourself can use magic. In fact, your powers are far greater than mine, or anybodies for that matter."

It was too early in the morning to have to put up with nonsense like this.

"Get out of my apartment right this instant!" I was past annoyed now. To think, somebody would actually expect me to believe such a thing? Insanity.

She nodded, bowed her head to me, and vanished.

I shook my head and thought that if anything, it sure woke me up and got my mind off that dream.

I hurried brushing my teeth and straightening my long, jet black hair with royal blue and silver streaks throughout. Believe it or not, the blue and silver streaks aren't from dye, I was born with it. Its truly weird, but so are my eyes, sea blue with a glimmer of silver specks within them. They aren't your average eyes. One more reason people consider me a freak.

After I was finally finished with that I rushed to get dressed, but my closet was such a mess I pretty much had to choose whatever was on the hangers, which was a simple white shirt with a band logo and black skinny jeans. Getting into the skinny jean took a little more effort than normal pants, with these you get the pleasure of wiggling your legs in and jumping up and down to get everything within them. It was such a hassle, but I cant complain, its worth it. Cutest and best jeans I have.

I was finally done getting ready, but with not much time to spare.

I quickly grabbed my book bag, put on my flip flops, and opened the door as fast as possible only to see that it was pouring outside. Thunder and lightning included in the package. I went back to grab my umbrella and noticed that it was slightly broken.

Just great, I thought to myself. I grabbed the umbrella next to it, not caring that it was my friends' umbrella and had Hello Kitty on it. However, I really didn't mind the Hello Kitty part, it was cuter than most umbrellas you find on the market.

I locked all the locks and opened the Hello Kitty umbrella over my head and began walking as fast as possible. The rain was picking up its pace and began to feel like hundreds of pin pricks.

I looked down at the road while walking, noticing multiple puddles forming rapidly.

When turning the corner, I accidentally bumped into somebody.

I looked up immediately and saw a cute guy with short spiked hair, and piercing ice-blue eyes. His hair, black as mine with silver tips, glistened in the rain. He looked at me in a way that made my heart skip a beat.

He looked at me in awe and raised his right hand up to my cheek. The look in his eyes were that of one who is very familiar with that given person and is protective. But I don't know him, so how would he know me? That makes no sense! Then again, so far, my life is starting to make no sense.

The instant his skin touched mine, I felt an electrifying spark, or a jolt, whatever.

I jumped and dropped my umbrella. I stared at him in shock and he stared at his hand in confusion. Meaning I wasn't the only one to feel the spark.

The rain began to soak my hair and clothes, which was not a good thing seeing that I'm in a white shirt. Damnit all to hell, I thought to myself, I should've worn a hoodie!

I didn't know what it meant but I didn't care, I had to get to school and away from him. I grabbed my umbrella and ran away, taking a longer route to school. Though I kind of hoped to see him again, I couldn't help but wonder what was with the spark. What on earth happened?

I could feel him watching me as I left, his gaze almost burned a whole in me. I tried not to think too much, just not to fall flat on my face because I was stupid enough to wear flip flops in the pouring rain.

When I finally got to school, I saw my childhood friend, Kyle Reynalds. He was waiting for me by my locker with a smile on his face, his dirty blonde hair swaying in the wind, blowing over his warm chocolate eyes. He was wearing a white and grey plaid shirt with tan khaki's. Sometimes he really doesn't know how to match...his outfit just didn't look right. I laughed to myself.

Kyle and I met back in elementary school, we got to know each other through coloring. We were the only kids in the class who didn't just scribble over the drawing books and go outside the lines. He and I both were picky people, that's why we stuck close. Not to mention he and I were like social outcasts for some reason.

We went to the same middle school, as well. We were like glue to paper. If we had a class together, we would demand to sit next to each other, we would always walk around together during breaks, and we always ate together. People used to think we were a couple, or assume we would turn out to be one. We always laughed about it.

"Hey, Reina."

I smiled back at him. "Hey, Kyle. Can you believe this rain? It wont leave. Though I suppose its better than the heat we've had lately."

We both laughed. I love rain as much as the next person but after a while it gets kind of old.

"Yeah, really. And to think, this is the 'sunny state.' With all this happening, you could easily mistake it for Washington, huh?" Again, we laughed.

He moved out of my way as I opened my locker and exchanged a few of my textbooks in my bag with some in my locker. I grabbed my English, History, and Biology books and put them in my book bag while placing my folders in there as well.

Closing my locker I asked him, "Do you need to go to your locker?"

He shook his head. "I go to my locker before you even get here, dummy," he said smiling and sticking his tongue out at me.

I grinned. "I was just making sure, duh." Now it was my turn to stick my tongue out at him.

"Well now that we're done here, shall we?"

"Sadly, we shall," I said, dreading my classes. All the teachers are grumpy the first couple of hours, or at least the older bunch.

He laughed at me and I playfully hit his shoulder.

He walked me to my class as usual. We tried to go under all the covered halls so that we wouldn't get hit with the pelting rain. The one thing I hated most about rainy days on school days is that the hallways are so crowded because nobody wants to get wet. These are the days I'm normally late to my classes.

When we finally got to my class, he hugged me tightly, shocking me a bit. That's only because normally its not this tight, just a simple short hug. But I hugged him just as tightly, and when I let go he had a huge grin on his face.

What an idiot, I thought to myself. An idiot indeed, but a cute one at that. Like all boys, he had his cute moments and his dorky ones.

"Well have fun walking to your class," I said to him, sticking my tongue out again.

He laughed, smiled, and then turned around and disappeared into the crowd of people.

Once I walked into homeroom, I felt a sudden chill. The room felt like ice and if water were in here it would either turn into ice instantly or snow if it were thrown, or maybe even turn into a chunk of ice and hit somebody on the head.

I could help but laugh a little at the thought of it, I know its not very nice, but if it fell on somebody who deserved it, it wouldn't be so bad.

A few people were already in there seats, shivering like mad. They sat in the seats with those skimpy little Hollister shorts that ended coming down to the point that if they bent down, you could see their ass. Or, on the rare occasion, just underwear. Those were the girls who had no dignity and used their bodies to get guys and peoples attention. Hell, some even got A's because of it. Their clothes never left anything to the imagination for guys. Always wearing tanks that would show half of their breasts or a V-neck that showed their bra and then some. Its amazing how they don't get Dress Code for showing everything, but then again the ones with the better bodies don't get in trouble here.

I took my seat and almost shrieked at how cold it was. Now I understood why the other people were shivering so much, it wasn't just the room that felt like ice, the freaking seats felt like ice, too! Then again, maybe if their shorts were a bit longer and shirts exposed a bit less, they wouldn't be so cold.

I looked at the teacher, who looked perfectly fine, in confusion. How the hell can people stand this? And why isn't she shivering whatsoever?

I decided to try my best and find a way to keep my body warm. I closed my eyes and rocked my body back and forth. Yes I probably looked stupid but its better than freezing to death.

In the middle of warming my body, the bell rang, making me jump and open my eyes quickly. My heart was pounding so hard against my chest I felt like it'd break my ribs and fall out.

People began pouring in the class and filling up all the seats. Luckily, I sat next to nobody. Though, with my luck that's going to change and some complete weirdo is going to sit next to me for the rest of the year.

I grabbed a sheet of notebook paper from my bag and began doodling random anime eyes and hands.

Just then, the door opened and a tall, handsome man walked through. His back was to us but once he walked into the class. You could hear all the guys and girls whispering to one another. It was actually quite amusing.

I watched the guy carefully but my eyes ended up focusing on his hair. The guy I bumped into earlier had the exact same hairstyle and color...oh no. It cant be.

As he turned around, I saw it was him. The guy I bumped into on the way here, the one who, when he touched me, made a spark go throughout my body. What is he doing here?