I do not own this universe. All rights belong to Mercedes Lackey. Just wanted to try my own hand at story telling.

Prologue

It was supposed to be a typical call. Bad guy runs a red light, cop sees, tries to pull bad guy over and bad guy of course flees. So here I am in my squad car part of a decently long line of other cop cars chasing after a lunatic in a supped up sports car. The typical call.

As fate would have it this regular day, in a very long line of regular days, was about to become very unregular. Who knew that all that science fiction and fantasy stuff I read was about to become my life. But I am getting ahead of the story a bit.

Just as I was about to wish that I had never answered my radio in response to this chase, the situation changed very quickly. The road our little daredevil was on was about to dead end and he of course was probably going to panic. As his car skidded to a halt I quickly slowed down as well, stopping. I then noticed that I, somehow, had become the head of this squad car parade. I don't really remember how I got to the lead but all I can think of was that since this wasn't my first car chase in the four years I have been in the force my buddies were letting me take lead. Either way, things were about to get interesting.

Procedure dictated that I get out of my squad car, leaving the door open and draw my gun on the idiot in front of me, making sure to leave the car door between myself and the suspect.

"Get out of the car slowly, with your hands where I can see them," I yelled across the road.

My buddies were finally getting their slow behinds out of their cars, assuming the same position as myself. The suspect in question seemed to be following my orders slowly getting out of his car with his hands in the air.

"Turn around and put your hands on the car, slowly," I continued.

He did as I said.

And I did the stupidest thing of my career. I got out from behind the door of my squad car, unshielding myself from the "safe" suspect. Little did I know the little *insert curse word here* had a small pistol hidden in the front of his pants. He must have stuck it there while speeding his way through the streets. And yes, he did what you are thinking, he pulled the gun, turned around 180 degrees, leveled the gun and fired. At me. All with a practiced ease of someone who knows what they are doing.

Now I don't know if any of you have ever been shot, but let me tell you something. It hurts, it hurts a lot more than many people care to admit. And it especially hurts when it hits bone.

As soon as I saw him begin to turn I prepared myself for impact as any normal person would, I prayed. I prayed to anyone and anything that if the bullet did hit, it wouldn't hit anywhere vital or potentially fatal. I, however got the short straw on that prayer when I felt the bullet hit me in the side of the neck. A one in a million shot. Then I got a second surprise, a second bullet hit me in my inner thigh, and again I instantly prayed that it wasn't anything vital. For the second time on that very unlucky day I got the short straw.

I could tell that the bullet in my neck missed anything totally vital, more than anything it took out a hunk of my flesh. Not quite a graze but not a full on hit either. As I knelt to the ground with a hand on my neck the second bullet ripped into my thigh, hitting and lodging in the bone. Instantly I knew I was in trouble. There was blood all over me after a few seconds. Thing must have nicked or severed a major artery.

While I was lying on the ground, losing blood faster than that sports car I was chasing, my buddies had shot and subsequently killed the suspect, while others surrounded me trying to stop the bleeding from my thigh and the little from my neck. I could vaguely hear them calling my name, calling for an ambulance and shouting at each other. I was fighting a losing battle though. There was little chance the paramedics could have been here before I bled out, so as I fought for consciousness I prayed for a third time that horrific day. Apparently third time is the charm, because as I lay dying I suddenly and unexpectedly felt great pressure on my body, I started feeling very nauseous and then I felt myself hitting the ground and feeling grass all around me. At that instant I didn't wonder how I had gone from pavement to grass because I was still losing a battle to stay awake.

Before I knew it though I felt strength flow into my body. Enough so I didn't give up on life and enough for me to open my eyes. I saw a dozen large white shapes surrounding me, it took me a second to realize they were horses, but at that moment my attention was drawn else ware. They were drawn to blue eyes, blue sapphire eyes were staring at me from all directions and in that moment my life changed forever. For I hear in my head a voice, no it was many voices, all saying:

-*Stay with us Trinity. Help with be here soon. Stay with us.

And that would be my last thought before I finally succumbed to the darkness, passing out surrounded by white spirits, as if from a dream.