(AN) I don't claim to be literary genius. I know my sentence structure may be off so please don't grammar nazi me to death. This is also my first written fan fiction. This is a Mary Sue type of story so bare with me. Enjoy!

Chapter One

The short bald man kept yelling at the top of his lungs. He was so animate about what he was talking about that he began to scare me a little. His face turned red as he ran out of oxygen from his tirade. He reminded me of a cartoon character when they got angry.

I had stopped listening to the subject of what he had been going on about. I looked at me cell phone's screen; it was fifteen minutes past the normal time of getting out of there. I stretched out my legs and the tried to straighten my back. I always hated going to church but I had never had a choice in the matter. My parents never stopped to think about how I felt on the subject.

After another twenty minutes, Pastor Dwight decided to let the argument go and let us all leave church.

"Lara, you need to clean your room tomorrow. It has been getting atrocious. All of those new books you got and your clothes and on top of your new decorating, things are getting to be a hazard." My mom had this way of belittling of my creative freedom.

"Sure."

"I mean it young lady. You may be almost 18 but you aren't an adult yet and you still live under my roof."

I just rolled my eyes and glued my eyes to the scenery playing before me as we drove through town on the way home.

As soon as we got home I went straight to my room. The new books I had gotten were New Age Wiccan books. A friend of mine showed me a few things on the subject and ever since I have been fascinated. A night I had been having dreams of a Woman with dark black hair that was tinted indigo would come to me in a meadow and show me ancient powers. The dreams were so real that I felt more in tune with nature than I had ever before in my dull life. My instincts were telling me that I should know this knowledge. Almost as if I had once before…

I walked out of my house later that evening, i glanced at the sky and I could see the moon in a waxing phase shining down on me. The day had been long and hot and the night felt so good and cool to the touch, like a lukewarm bath. I sat beneath an Oak tree in the left hand corner of my back yard. I closed my eyes and let the peaceful moment set in. Everything was so quiet that I could hear the wind rustle the leaves lightly and the chatter of a few animals in the distance. I opened my eyes again and standing before me only five feet away was a girl.

She had blond hair and shining blue eyes. I could barely make out her features but I could tell she was young like me. She raised her hand, palm facing me and a bright light shot out and hit me directly in the forehead. It pushed my head back so hard that it slammed into the tree i had been leaning on.