My story is far from simple. Even from the beginning.

"I was born in North Carolina, far away from where I ended up, never thinking I would get mixed up in any of this.

Magic is all around us, weather we feel it or not. And with magic comes Power. Strong power, power someone like me would never even dream of seeing or feeling. But eventually, I did.

But let's not get ahead of the story.

I was born in 1989 in Salem to my Mother Ruth and Father George. My life was fine for awhile, great even. I went to pre-school then elementary, but then that's when things started getting bad. my parents were very high up in society, my father worked for the governor, some big office job I didn't understand about, and my mother stayed home, or at least I though she did. my parents always went to those lavish parties you read about in magazine's, the ones where the celebrities names are written in bold letters on the cover, "affair" and "scandal" written next to them. Well, let me be the first to tell you, those happen in real life.

"I was in seventh grade when it all started going wrong. My mother would send me off to school and would not be home when I got back from the bus. My father who was never home, never seemed to notice, until that one day.

"It was another one of those parties, a "vanity fair" or whatever. It was a rare occasion that my parents were both in the hose together for more that just a night. My father was downstairs with a co-worker straightening black ties and white shirt cuffs, and my mother was upstairs at the mirror with her friend, making sure her stylist was doing a good enough job at making her look perfect. They walked down the stairs, their gloved hands sweeping over the glossed wood raining, their long sparkly gowns swooshing around their ankles as they held them us as not to trip on the hem. And they left just like that after one kiss each for me.

"Just a normal time. or at least that's what I had thought until later that night when I heard loud bangs and thuds coming from downstairs. I raced out of bed, ignoring the cold floor and skid down the hall to the balcony overlooking the foyer. I spotted something in the corner near the door, a figure rolled up into a ball cradling its fist. It was then I notices the glass on the door was shattered.

I didn't have to go down there to know who it was. My father, I knew him anywhere, but I never knew him like this. I didn't know what to do, if I should go and see what was wrong or not. I decided to go back to bed...not like my decision would have helped in the long run.

"The next day I went down to the spot I was last night overlooking the large opening room. I notices a couple of the housekeepers were cleaning up glass from the door, and a new one was already being replaced but I didn't see my father. I t was a school day so I carried on as usual, fixing myself a bowl of cereal before retreating upstairs to get myself ready. Every now and then I would peek outside my room to see if my father was around, but no sign. I hadn't even occurred to me my mother was MIA too.

"I got in the car and was driven to school just as I did every other day. I got to school and carried on hanging out with my friends before the first bell rang, but not even ten minutes into school, the principal himself walked into the classroom. Of course we all stood and greeted him a good morning, and he told everyone to sit...well everyone but me. he instructed me to gather my things and follow him to the office. I obeyed and soon found myself sitting in one of the big leather chairs across his desk, a place I honestly never thought I would be.

"Now," He spoke to me.

"I know you just arrived in school, but your car is here to pick you up."

"Why?" I asked confusion laced in my voice. My parents never allowed me to miss school. I gathered my things once again and made my way to the back where sure enough the car was there to take me home.

"The drive was silent and long, even though it was only a 5 minute drive from my house to school. I sat in the back seat, literally twiddling my thumbs thinking of what was wrong or how much trouble I must be in to have my parents send me home from school. I arrived home and slowly made my way up the gravel path to the front door, but what I saw at the front step would be the beginning of a series of change.

I bent down and picked up the local newspaper, not paying much attention before knocking on the door. as I gazed down I noticed the paper and what the front page was. Those words from the magazines, "Scandal" "Affair" printed right on the front in big bold letters, but what shocked me more was a picture of my father looking madder than ever, being held back by his co-worker. I looked at the picture, at my fathers angry eyes and fist ready to swing, and suddenly I couldn't breathe as I read the words on the paper.

"Our butler opened the door and I wasted no time rushing through it, abandoning my backpack on the front step. I rushed through the sitting room and burst into my father office, a place I never went to.

"What is this?" I explained smacking the paper on the mahogany desk.

"Honey-"He started, but I wouldn't let him talk. It was my turn.

"No, why would you do this? Why would this happen?" It was only then I noticed the crystal glass in my fathers hand

"Its not what you think."
"Really then explain it to me, please!" I shouted, a tone in my voice I never used, and my father picked up on it.
"Don't take that tone with me young lady. You don't know anything about his." He said poking the paper on his desk with a finger from his free hand.
"Then tell me. And just please, please tell me its not true."
"He sighed and dropped his head. His hair wisped in his eyes, a rare sight as he always gelled his hair back. He brought his free hand from the paper to his forehead where he pinched the bridge of his nose hiding his face within his hand. And then it hit me.
"I may have been young then, and not the smartest, but I knew things were going wrong. I was observant.
"Are you and Mommy getting divorced?" I finally ask. He looks up at me in surprise and I gesture to my own left hand letting him know I noticed his wedding ring was gone. He took a deep sigh, a swig of his glass and turned away to refill.
"Daddy, please tell me.
"You don't have to worry yourself about this sweetheart. Just leave it up to Daddy."
"But I want to know! What going to happen, am I going to be able to see Mommy again? Are we still-" But I wasn't able to continue.
"Don't talk about your mother anymore. Understand?" He said to me a stern tone evident in his voice.
"But why? Where's Mommy!?" I could feel the tears stinging behind my eyes and the know forming in my neck.
"I said not to mention her! Am I understood? Never!"
"But what's going to happen? Whe-"
"That's final!" He shouted throwing his glass against the wall beside me causing tiny shards to fly about in a mass of prisms to the ground where a puddle of amber liquid was.
"I looked at my father with wide and teary eyes, only to be met with his back leaning over his desk his back rising and falling with deep breaths.
"I breathed in quick sharp breaths before scrambling out the door, not another word out of me as I ran to my room and flopped on my bed finally letting the tears fall.
"I had cried myself to sleep that night and woke up with a tear stained pillow. I never bothered changing out of my uniform. My stomach growled and I realized just how much time I had spent in my room. All afternoon and evening. I pushed myself up into a sitting position where I replayed yesterdays events in my head over and over. My ringless father shouting and throwing things like a madman. It had scared me. I wiped my eyes of their sleep and went to the bathroom to take a shower. I let the warm water glide over me hoping it would wash away all the pain. But it just seemed to make me cry more.
"I changed and made my way downstairs, never more grateful it was a Saturday. I fixed myself a bowl of cereal and ate it in silence at the cold marble counter. That's when he came down the stairs. He turned and saw me just sitting there alone. He gazed up and almost apologetic look on his face before he cut through the hall to his office. I still sat there, maybe for another ten minutes my appetite suddenly gone before I heard a "wham" from down the hall. I sat there swirling my soggy cereal around the bowl contemplating weather or not to go. I let my curiosity get the better of me. I dropped my spoon in the bowl and got off the stool carefully making my way down the hall until I was hiding behind the corner to the study. My father was talking to someone, on the phone presumably.
"I cant let her do this to me John." "She was a liar all along." "Well what am I going to do about her?" "What do you mean leave?" "You don't think I know what they are printing about us! Office members whore of a wife cheats, runs away with richer bastard!"
"I had never heard such language from my father. He never used those words and that itself almost caused me to cry. I wanted to run away, go back to my room, but I had to know my father say saying.
"Well where are we going to go? Ruth's not coming back, not would I take her back!" "I've lost everything because of it! My wife, my job, everything!" "I'm getting out of here." "Tomorrow. I'm going to take my daughter and leave." "Ipswich."
"And that was the last thing I heard before running away. I ran out the front door, not paying the butler any attention as he yelled at me to come back. I ran straight down the driveway and down the suburban sidewalks into town. But I wish I wish I had taken another route. Everywhere I looked I saw it. the stupid newspaper my father on the cover. Then I looked over to someone pointing at me. They knew who I was, they know I was his daughter. Too embarrassed to stick up for myself I ran some more through the small city only looking my feet as the hit the pavement in a repetitive pattern. I only looked up when I heard a screeching car pull up in front of me causing me to skid to a halt. I looked up about to yell when I noticed it was my car with the driver walking around it arms stretched out to comfort me. We stood there hugging in the middle of the street before he led me to the car and I climbed inside, going back home for what I knew would be the last time.
"I got home to see moving trucks parked outside and loaders moving out furniture. I got inside the house and spotted my father in the foyer pointing at people directing them with what to do with things. I looked at him all emotion left out of my face and he looked back.
Pack your things." He said to me. "We leave tomorrow morning."
And that was all. No "sorry" no "please" not even a "sweetheart".
"I obeyed and went up to my room to pack my cloths.
"The drive to Massachusetts was long and boring. My father an I sat in silence except for the oldies radio. I wanted to ask so many questions, but I didn't. This was my life now, and I had to get used to it. But I didn't ever expect to get emthis/em used to it.
My name is Emma Thourne, and this is the story of how I got magic.

A/N Hi there reader! Wow that felt good to write! I had been planning this story ever sense I saw the movie a couple months ago for the first time. I instantly thought of this story and started reading other Covenant fics. I tried to be original and no stories I have read are like this one, so I hope you all enjoy reading it as I do writing it. I know this first chapter didn't have anything to do with the boys...those smokin hot boys... but all in due time. I wanted to get Emma backstory out there first, and there is still a whole lot more to come! I am basing this story along to the movie, but I need to get the whole plot written before that so the next couple chapter will be following this one and Emma's new life in Ipswich. I hope you are excited about this story and give it a chance1 Thanks for stopping by! Please review what you though, it helps greatly!