Prologue

Her breath came in short bursts as she hid in the closet. Body torn and bleeding profusely, she tried to break through the hazy confusion. She heard screams of agony in the background. Curiously she opened the closet door. Figures in white coats and scrubs surrounded the bed as agonized moans filled the small room. Blonde hair caked to her head in mass of curls, blood flowed freely down her body as realization dawned.

I'm not supposed to be here, thought the terrified little girl. How did I manage to cross my own time stream into the future? she wondered. She recognized this place, for the place she was standing was none other than her own bedroom. The aura coming from the moaning woman on the bed was her own. How many times will I get close to deaths door in the future?! I'm only six; I didn't ask for this, screamed her panicked mind.

Suddenly, a tall stranger burst into the room immediately glaring her direction as he marched her way. His red glowing eyes immediately pinned her in place. In a burst of energy that made her stomach turn and her already aching head spin, the strange man had her by the arm about to drag her away. The reaction of the room's current occupants was instantaneous. A woman darted forward and caught his arm before he could even react.

"I know this child. Don't," the petite woman begged. Recognition danced across the childs features as a golden glow began to surround her body. This woman was her protector, the only one she ever remembered coming to her rescue. Though it was meant to be the other way around, things never went according to plan. The child that was born to save the universe was terrified. Tears flowing down her face and dripping off her ching, she clutched her older sister tightly.

"Ally, it's gonna be ok. Everything turns out fine, I promise," her sister consoled her as she held tight to the little girl.

The golden energy swirled tighter and hotter against the child as she wept, "I'm scared Amaya. How will you find me now? I don't wanna change; no one will recognize me".

Tears began leaking into the older woman eyes as she took a step back. She glanced away from the girl's eyes and to her tattered clothing and wounded body. She's too young for this, and she has no one to help with her task. It will only get harder as she ages, the thought raced through her mind before she could even blink.

"I will always find you no matter what," Amaya declared forcefully. "I love you always," she added as an afterthought.

The child's sniffling ceased as she took a step back and began the process she knew she needed to complete quickly. The people in this room had long since turned their attention back to the bed with the exception of the tall man. He glanced in her direction, confusion ever present on his features. These people deserve to live. I look forward to meeting each and every one of them, she thought with a fierce clarity. "And always," the words left the child's lips as her figure began to fade.