So this is like, a whole new story genre that i'm going into now. I just read Torment (the sequel to Fallen) and loved it. It inspired me to write this. I know it's not perfect, and i know it's most likely got a lot of flaws and description mistakes but that's what fanfiction is all about: Practice. So please read, review, and if you really like it, i'll write more. Thanks :D

Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters, Lauren Kate does, and only she can give them justice. I just... have fun :D

Luce stood on top of a hill in the middle of Bell Island, Canada. Just off the coast of Island of NewFoundland, facing the Atlantic Ocean. She wasn't sure how she got there. She didn't know where she was heading when she went through the shadow.

Her clothes were different; a slim brown t-shirt with the sleeves ripped and a long maroon skirt which flowed against her ankles, a thin suede belt around the waist. Plain black flip flops to supported her aching feet. And her hair, her hair was long, almost down to her lower back. Luce's body ached like it had literally just climbed up to the top, instead of just appearing through an Announcer. It wasn't a very high hill, but high enough that she could see plenty of ocean, mainland Canada and birds flutter past her head without a backwards glance. Her newly dyed black hair blew in the bitter cold wind and she hadn't realised quite how cold it was until she found herself rubbing her arms for warmth. Luce found it hard to acknowledge that only a few minutes ago, she was the victim of a battle between good and evil. The Outcasts, wanting to take her away to god only knew where and realising that Miles loved her. But she loved Daniel. Actually, right then and there, she didn't know who or what she loved. She didn't know much about anything except that she was currently high in the air and gradually losing oxygen. Or maybe she felt that way because she was hyperventilating. The sky above was blue with a scattering of clouds like marshmallows spread out across the sea. The hill she stood upon was covered in snow. There was not a lot of space around her to manoeuvre and before she could find a way down, a black shadow appeared a few feet in front of her. It wasn't like the other ones she'd seen: a deep canvas of black like a pit to nowhere. She motioned it towards her, it obeyed calmly, dodging her hands but once she grabbed the edges; all slimy and sticky to the touch, feeling like slick grime, it flexed with her directions. Soon she had the Announcer the shape of a TV screen. The colours inside tossed and turned as it arranged itself into a picture. She caught her breath: inside the screen showed Cam, Miles, Shelby and Gabbe talking about her. Daniel was no where in sight. Luce thought that weird since usually her shadows showed him. This wasn't a vision of her past. This was telling her what was happening. Now that was odd. She attempted to tune into the voices from the mouths moving.

How could he just leave? Shelby screeched.

Does he even have a clue where she's gone or is he just going to travel through time and space blindly? Seriously that dude needs a reality check. Cam muttered indignantly.

He didn't appear to be addressing anyone, just staring off into thin air. From what Luce could see, Miles was standing quietly next to Shelby, silently shaking. Then the Announcer closed up and crumbled in pieces to the snowy hill top. Great. Now how was she going to get down from there? As if the Announcer could hear her thoughts, another one appeared in front of her, this one was brown, like the previous two that have taken her places. She grabbed it from the air and sorted it into a sort of door, despite the amount of squirming the shadow was trying to do to resist. Eventually she made it stick and tried to remember how Miles and Roland had done this. Of course she had to take her luck on where she'd end up. The amount of warnings she'd had on how dangerous walking through Announcers could be. Yeah, she got the idea.

One foot through the portal. Left arm... right arm...

A sound from behind distracts her for a second... but then she's through the portal and only when she see's the a face of pure delight, a face she wouldn't forget as long as she forgets. Daniel.

Too late is she thrown into another world. Another generation. As she steps out of the announcer into what appeared to be the 1930's.

Luce checked her clothes, until she saw that her clothes changed with her. Luce was wearing a long floral tea dress. A v neck with puffy shoulders and a necklace.

Never mind the clothes, the scenery was just as amazing. Carriages flowed by with tired horses dragging in front, sweat poring down their faces. Lines of shops in what looked like London, bustled with crowds of people wearing all types of clothes stared into windows.

Luce took a step forward from where the portal brought her. The announcer had taken her to the back of an ice cream parlour. Peering out of the alleyway where they kept garbage cans and general litter which began to irritate her senses, she stepped into the hustle and bustle. Instantly she regretted her decision as she was knocked front, back, sideways as busy shoppers stormed their way up and down the street.

She didn't recognise or understand why she'd been thrown into her past, especially this far back. What was she to do? It's not like she could stay there long term, she had no money. The only thing she could do was ask people for names of her relatives. If she even knew any. Or better yet, stay in a corner and pray for an Announcer to take her somewhere else.

Through the faces, she spotted children in rags, men in suits and women of all ages in petticoats and tea dresses just like the one she wore, but some were more polished than others. She hadn't looked in a mirror lately but Luce reckoned she didn't look quite as glamourous.

"Excuse me?" Luce asked an elderly looking woman wearing an apron. Her skin was silky smooth and shiny. Eyes that opened up the soul. Luce had a moment before she could continue. The lady stared at her with the most perturbed expression.

"Yes dear?"

Luce didn't know whether to curtsy or what. What did they do in the 30's? Actually...

"I'm sorry, what's the date today?" she asked, biting her lip and praying the date would ring a bell. Any bell.

The old lady pursed her lips and walked into the shop that at first Luce thought was an ice cream parlour but instead was now a stylish living room. Plain colours but still decadent. An old style – well, to her – radio echoed off the white walls, playing some jazz that she didn't remember. The lady turned when the door made a bell noise again, registering someone had walked in. When she saw Luce, she smiled, gesturing to a chair with curly design.

"Dear, would you care for a cup of tea? The kettle's on." she motioned to the kettle and began to pour a cup of water for herself.

"Um, no thank you. Actually, i'd just like to know the date and i'll be out of-"

"You're lost aren't you?" when Luce didn't reply, the lady turned and smiled, stirring her cup with a metal spoon, "It's okay," she continued, "There's a lot of that going on these days. Children losing parents; homes being destroyed. Damned europeans. Oh pardon my language, dear." she went to the chair opposite Luce and rested a cup of tea in front of her despite her protests. The lady just smiled with a glint in her eye.

"Hush. You look like you could do with a nice hot drink anyway. As i was saying," she continued, "There's a lot of higgilty piggilty going on these days with that mean man and, oh i'm ever so sorry, did you want sugar?" she gestured to Luce numbly stirring her tea, glaring into the hot water, as if her answers were lying at the bottom of the cup. She looked up into the lady's caring face.

"Oh, no." Luce tried to smile, "I'm okay thank you." she sipped the tea. It was probably the nicest thing she'd had in weeks.

Sitting back comfortably, the lady went on. "Anyway, i suppose you know all about Hitler and his men. I cannot fathom..." she finished with a sigh and muttering into her own tea cup.

Luce straightened, "Hitler? You mean, the war?"

"Well, there's no war yet, but knowing the strength of the rest of europe, it won't take long."

Luce thought back, hard. She tried to think back to her school history classes. Hitler started world war 2. So that would mean, she was currently in, well, the end of the 30's?

Luce stood up quickly, causing her chair to skid slightly on the linoleum floor. Even though this elderly lady, who she guessed was around 70, hadn't introduced herself, Luce was extremely grateful for her niceties.

"Dear, you're not going back out there are you?"

Luce stepped outside, and smiled apologetically back to the lady who remained seated.

"Thankyou for your help, but i must go."

The lady stood up and walked to the front door, causing the bell to ring once again.

"Dear, you're always welcome. My name is Esmerelda and the date is May Fourth 1939." She then watched Luce walk out into the crowds that continued to horde their way along the main street.