Prologue
Sable Crawfeild stared at the envelope in her hands trembling. She knew what this was, finally they had sent for Stephan.
"Steph there's a letter for you!" Sable hollered up the stairs trying to keep the excitement out of her voice.
Stephan came running down stairs, and skidded to a halt in front of sable.
"You called." Stephan stated more than asked.
"There's a letter for you on the table." She said casually pointing.
Steph walked over to the table and picked up the yellow parchment envelope. Steph read the letter and its list three times before glancing up.
"Anything wrong?" Sable asked.
"Umm. Mom, is this for real?" Steph asked in wonder.
"Yes, it is." Sable answered.
"But its in Great Brittan, this is America." Steph said to sable.
"Well my family was originally from England." She sighed.
"Wait, what about my friends?" Stephan asked, and then thought what friends, "Wait, forget I asked."
"Forgotten, you really have no choice, you have to go." Sable said.
"Call the airport then mom, I guess this means I'm going to London." Stephan said before running upstairs.
Stephan turned on the television and put on music videos, then started to pack. The song Headstrong came on. How fitting.
This will be great, a chance to start over where people don't know who I am or what I am. No one will know I'm a Mediator. Not like anyone knows now but at least at this place they won't know about my criminal record.
Stephan collapsed on the bed and looked at the ceiling. I have my clothes, my disk man, my lap top and my Mediating equipment, what else could I need to go to England with?
Sable Crawfeild stared at the envelope in her hands trembling. She knew what this was, finally they had sent for Stephan.
"Steph there's a letter for you!" Sable hollered up the stairs trying to keep the excitement out of her voice.
Stephan came running down stairs, and skidded to a halt in front of sable.
"You called." Stephan stated more than asked.
"There's a letter for you on the table." She said casually pointing.
Steph walked over to the table and picked up the yellow parchment envelope. Steph read the letter and its list three times before glancing up.
"Anything wrong?" Sable asked.
"Umm. Mom, is this for real?" Steph asked in wonder.
"Yes, it is." Sable answered.
"But its in Great Brittan, this is America." Steph said to sable.
"Well my family was originally from England." She sighed.
"Wait, what about my friends?" Stephan asked, and then thought what friends, "Wait, forget I asked."
"Forgotten, you really have no choice, you have to go." Sable said.
"Call the airport then mom, I guess this means I'm going to London." Stephan said before running upstairs.
Stephan turned on the television and put on music videos, then started to pack. The song Headstrong came on. How fitting.
This will be great, a chance to start over where people don't know who I am or what I am. No one will know I'm a Mediator. Not like anyone knows now but at least at this place they won't know about my criminal record.
Stephan collapsed on the bed and looked at the ceiling. I have my clothes, my disk man, my lap top and my Mediating equipment, what else could I need to go to England with?