Prologue

The year was 2001, a time of a technological society with a lack of morals and a sickening sense of humour. One leader of whom everyone supported wholeheartedly ran the world. And if you didn't support them…..

The punishment—unspoken of.

"Miss come on it's time!" an eager voice screamed from the back of the classroom, drawing the class's teacher from her dream like state in which she was busily working, her thoughts appearing on the laptop screen in front of her without her having to lift so much as a finger.

She looked up at the stimulated faces, smiling faintly before glancing at the clock to see that the teenager was in fact correct. She nodded, drawing a cheer from the excitable room of adolescents and pressed the button on the side of her portable computer, making it shoot into the air and up to its case on the ceiling for safe keeping. Pushing her chair out from her silver steel desk the 20 year old genius pulled a cherished remote out of the small satchel that hung over her right hip. She pressed the small silver button in the corner and 6 large screens slid down to mount the walls—one at each end and two on each side.

The class shouted their approval, bar one angered teen and they began to shift into place so that they could get the best view for the thrice-daily screening. As the room bustled to get into their correct seats the one youngster that refused to take any part in such an invasion of privacy shook her head disgusted. Her naturally turquoise locks wavered with the movement and when this young specimen caught the eye of one of her classmates who was trying to find a great seat she sneered, her opinion once again voiced quietly.

They stared back at her, a bitter smile tainting their black lips. The lights dimmed gradually and as the bright child sat with her arms crossed in protest her teacher slowly made her way over.

In the hush of the classroom the quiet woman's words could be heard with great ease, "Tyana, don't you want to join the rest of the class in a witnessing"

Tyana snorted, incredulous that such a thing should even be suggested for she was well known for her reluctance to participate in the 'witnessing', as it was so respectably named.

"What do you think?" she sneered angrily.

The young woman whom silently respected the girl's decision nodded, "Very well then" and walked back to her seat.

At that second the screens lit up with the familiar words of greeting.

"Welcome students to your personalised witnessing. Who would you like to follow?" a mix-n-match computerised voice asked.

Each teen clutched their own remote tightly, taking their time in selecting which 'world' they would follow for the next hour.

"The majority of you have chosen sports entertainment. Please select your preferred being," the virtual voice reported.

Tyana's nails began to pierce the skin on her arms in fury as her peers went about picking the person of whom they were about to monitor. The society she lived in sickened her to the pit of her stomach but there was simply nothing she could do about it. She was one of few beings on this plane, in this dimension, that felt that The Witnessing was horribly wrong and as a severe minority she had no power. There was no way on earth that Tyana could take on a world of beings with superior knowledge and technology and come any where close to winning. The fact was that somehow this world had discovered there was an alternate reality that believed itself to be the only realm and after years of scientific research they'd some how managed to penetrate the dimension's barrier and now had invisible cameras in every 5ft of the globe which enabled a program that had come to be known as The Witnessing.

"The entire class has chosen this man" the voice calculated before the shadowed figure on the screen faded away and was replaced by a man from a different plane.

Tyana cursed at her curiosity as she looked up from her desk subtly to catch a glimpse of the room's choice. There on one of the 6 humungous screens sat a man with rainbow hair, drifting off tiredly in a cushioned chair of a flying aircraft. Tyana sighed apologetically to the man that had no idea his life was often observed by thousands, and returned to staring down at her silver desktop.

"Jeff dude come on we're gonna land" Tyana heard a familiar voice call out all around her. On the screen the much-loved figure awoke slowly, rubbing the sleep from his eyes as his older brother shook his arm gently.

"Ok, Matt I'm awake." He yawned, "I'm awake"

Tyana tried desperately to block it all out as a small conversation of where they were this 'fine day' began to unravel itself. Her teeth clenched with her effort and short of actually deafening herself nothing she tried actually choked out the sounds of the unknowing strangers. Unable to cope with the guilt of being in the same room as such an injustice she abruptly jumped up from her chair causing it to tumble loudly to the floor. She spat disgusted at a fellow teen that was currently blatantly enjoying the sight of a red head popping onto the screen and then stormed out of the room.

The door slammed against the wall as the turquoise blur charged down the hall and unbeknown to her the young teacher followed her concernedly.

"Tyana…Tyana" she called out, briskly walking after her.

Tyana ignored her and continued off down the hallway, glancing in the doorways of the classrooms she passed to find that half of them seemed to be watching the exact same being that her own class had chosen. Appalled tears began to fall to her cheeks, tumbling off them carelessly. She was so temptingly close to the exit now that it was unbelievable.

"Tyana please wait" she was shouted after.

Reluctantly the 17 year old ground to a halt and turned around to face the pale face of her professor.

"Why do they frailing do it, miss?" she cursed in vehemence, her tears flowing bitterly.

"Because they can." Miss answered gently, slowly walking towards her student to calm her.

"But they shouldn't be able to! I mean, these people have no idea our world exists let alone that everyone on this plane has a way of accessing billions of cameras to watch them! It's not fair!!" Tyana ended in a scream, taking her frustration out on a nearby door that flew open at the pure force of her kick.

Her teacher jumped, not anticipating the violent turn of her more able pupil.

"Tyana I understand what you mean and I agree but there's no way that we can change anything so there's no point in beating ourselves up about it" she soothed hopefully.

Tyana shook her head with firm disagreement, "No, that's why we can't do anything, it's people like you that stop us! They're people out there that want to free the other reality from our watchful eyes but others are too scared to challenge him."

"Tyana—" she started before being interrupted.

"No, I don't want to hear it. Miss I'm not scared. I want to help them and I will!" she kicked the trashcan to her left and it clattered noisily to the floor, its contents not able to escape its advanced hi-tech grip.

The teacher jumped again and motionlessly watched the infuriated adolescent storm out of the huge exit.

"Good luck…"