Hey everyone! This is my story that I hope I will publish one day, along with more books continuing their adventure. Please read, comment, and enjoy! I hope you like it. If you have any comments on what I could do better, that would be helpful, I'm always looking for some help!

Prologue

The wind was rushing around me. Dogs were barking behind me. "This is it," I thought to myself, "I'm done for UNLESS I get to the hang-glider." I stepped on dry twigs and got even more scratches on my bare-feet. A bullet whizzed past me. "Great, I sighed, "they brought reinforcements." Soon more bullets were fired. The pine trees seemed to get closer around me, trapping me, and being lost didn't help. Of course, being lost wasn't on my mind, being chased was.

Why was I running? Who was I running from? Am I in some kind of trouble? No idea at al. How did I know that there was a hang glider? No idea either. From ahead, I could see the faint line of an orange hang-glider. Yes! I screamed for joy, inside of course, but I stopped and jumped with glee. Another bullet reminded me about the run and I started again. By now, I estimated that there were ten men and seven dogs were chasing me. I thought about the odds of beating them as they started to come in from all sides, making my estimate go up like a rocket.

Before I knew what was happening, I saw the ground rushing toward me and sheer pain was in my ankle. I turned over and groaned. In the distance, the dogs were barking louder, just about to gain their supper. Yes, me, scary huh? These dogs were trained to smell, hunt, and kill. I jumped up and ran, ignoring the pain. Quickly, I climbed up the tree and hooked myself into the hang-glider. For a second, I'm being shot at in a tree, but then I'm flying. All of a sudden, I heard a loud ripping sound and I started to lose altitude. A man was waiting there for me at the bottom, just standing there.

"I was waiting for you. I told you to listen to me, but you didn't listen. I told you that you need help, but you didn't listen. I won't let you hurt anymore people. I cared about you, I WANTED to help you, but why do you have to be so stubborn? You should've listened. Because the truth is, I love you. I always have, but…I…I have to do this. I'm sorry." He whispered as he rolled up his sleeves. I tried to get up but I knew my leg was broken from the crash so it did no good. There was something on his right hand when I fell back down that I couldn't really see. It was a symbol of some sort. Then he pulled out a gun, held it to my chin, and…

I woke up, cold sweat dripping down my face. Slowly, trying not to wake up my family, I got out of bed and looked through the window. The sun was barely making its way coming over the mountains. I kept telling myself, trying to convince myself that it was only a dream. But it was hard to believe. Why did that man's voice sound so….familiar? Now that I set my mind on the problem, I couldn't go back to sleep. I had to know. So, doing what I always did I turned on my laptop. Just then, the door opened just a crack. Jumping, I saw two blue eyes appear.

"Can I come in?" a low, rusty voice asked. A smile crept onto my face and I started to laugh as my brother played one of his fake voices.

"Of course Rowan!" I responded to my older brother. He slowly opened the door and slipped into the room, without making a sound. Rowan and I didn't look alike at all. Rowan has blonde hair and I have blue. He has blue eyes and I have green. Neither of us have freckles, though.

Rowan was six years old and I was five and a half. Yes, I was five and a half and I had a laptop. But I only go to use it for games and other things.

"What are you doing up so early Rebecca?" He asked gently, "Is it that dream again?" Again, he always knew what was bothering me.

"Yes. It's always the same one, the chase, the hang glider, and…and that man. I don't know who he is but he is familiar." I softly replied. Tears formed in my eyes as I told him about it. When I started to sob, my brother just held me close and said, "It's ok, it was only a dream."

"What is that entire racket!" a woman yelled from outside my door. My brother and I glanced at each other quickly. The door started shaking and the floor was also. Someone was stomping down the hallway. We both knew that if we hid we would get into major trouble but we did so anyway. Hands pounded on the door and the doorknob slowly turned. "Where are you little brats?" Rowan and I did NOT like our mom. She had the worst temper ever and she took it out on us. Mostly it is because she is a light sleeper so she hears when we get up. On the other hand though, we had our dad, who was the best.

Our mom and dad have been divorced for a few years now but he still comes by to see us. Our mom gain full custody for us but she needs someone to keep us busy while she is planning what the new house would look like for the people buying it. Her clients this year is Mr. Dawfield and Mrs. Dawfield. Both of them hate children and whenever they see us, they look away disgusted

Our dad is a techno pro. He can fix computers within minutes. That is where I got all my games from. Some are education and the others are mystical adventures. Anyway, my dad is brilliant. He always lets us come with him when he has something to do.

'Come out, come out wherever you are," our mom crooned, "Someone is going to be in trouble…" My brother and I held our breath as she slowly walked over to our hiding place. We bother were hiding in the closet and I think that it wasn't the best choice. "At least we didn't hide under the bed" I thought when she turned and looked underneath the bed. Maybe we could hide underneath the clothes and toys that were stuffed in here. "No, that would make to much noise" I thought. As if our minds were one, we backed up as she walked past the closet. BANG! Hangers fell to the floor, crashing into it in an endless sound.