Chapter 1: (Present Day)

Freya woke with a start; she sat up really fast in bed and put her hand on her heart. Looking over at the clock on the night stand, she noticed it read 2:45 AM in huge menacing red numbers. She kicked off the covers, slipped into her fuzzy blue slippers, and patted to the kitchen.

'Same dream again?' Radar asked in her mind. Radar was the falcon that Freya met in that despicable place known as the school. The two quickly developed a strong bond when Freya was a child and they discovered their amazing ability to communicate telepathically to only one another. Radar was perched on one of the chairs in Freya's small dining room.

"Yeah, but it's weird to dream about events that actually happened though." Freya said as she walked toward the refrigerator.

'Depends' thought Radar, 'If you are reliving something in a dream then maybe it's a message or important in some way.' Radar watched Freya take out a pitcher of orange juice, pour herself a glass, replace the pitcher, and close the door.

"Maybe, but what could be important about what happened then, now? I've lived the past 6 or so years of my life trying to get away and forget. I really don't need my past to come back and haunt me." Freya walked into the living room with her orange juice, hoping that Radar would take the hint she didn't want to talk about it anymore tonight…

'Hey I just thought of something.' Nope, apparently he didn't. He followed her into the living room and perched on the back of the couch.

"What, Radar?" Freya said tersely. She was tired but not sleepy enough to go back to bed just yet so she turned on the T.V. to catch up on the news she missed earlier.

Recently it had become a routine for her to watch the second airing of the newscasts really late in order to stay up to date on what the rest of the world was up to. She didn't give him a chance to finish his thought, and put up an index finger, giving him the universal 'hang on a sec' sign. A sharply dressed anchor woman with blonde hair and way too much red lipstick appeared on the screen.

"In other news tonight," said the blonde anchorwoman, "six, what seem to be flying, children were spotted at a football stadium in Texas during a Dallas Cowboys vs. Chicago Bears game. It seems that they range from very young, 6 or 7 to early teenagers." The faces of six unsuspecting children appeared on the big TV stadium screen as the anchorwoman continued.

"We have this footage to show you." Freya couldn't believe what she was hearing, maybe it was an elaborate hoax, but if that was the case, they probably wouldn't think to have footage…would they? Sure enough six kids appeared on the big screen just like Blondie said.

Three bright-eyed, yet weathered children appeared, filling the screen. The foremost one was a little boy with spiky blonde hair, beautiful blue eyes, and fair skin, who looked to be about 8 years old. Immediately behind him flew another child that looked similar to the first boy, only it was a beautiful little girl. She had the same blonde hair, save for the fact that hers was curly, and the same breath taking blue eyes. The third child to appear was a beautiful little black girl with out of control tight curly pitch black hair who looked to be about 11 years old.

The last three looked to be all the same age, and if Freya had to guess, she would say they were around 14 or 15. The youngest looking teenage boy caught her attention first out of the older kids. He had very fair skin, blue eyes, and blonde hair. 'He's a cute kid' thought Freya to herself. Behind him was a boy who had dark hair and eyes, as well as olive skin. He was a rather attractive kid for his age, though he looked like he had a dangerous side to him. Freya felt like she knew him somehow, like they had a connection, maybe she'd seen him in a dream or something. She wasn't sure but she couldn't help but think he sort of resembled her a little. The last but most definitely not least was a strikingly beautiful young girl with brown eyes almost honey color, dirty blonde hair with blonde highlights, and fair skin.

"We do not have very much information about these amazing children for you tonight but if you have any photos or video footage then please send it to our website at…" The blond anchorwoman continued talking, but Freya's mind began to wander.

These kids had wings like hers and they could fly, like she could. Or at least like she used to. It's harder to fly when you live in a big city and people seeing you fly could cause massive chaos. Freya couldn't help wondering, were they made by the same demented scientists that created her? Or did someone else do this? She was supposed to have been destroyed because she became too powerful. Were these kids engineered to replace her? Her mind was reeling and she was so lost in her own thoughts that when Radar butted in and startled her.

'Like I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted.' Radar chimed in.

"What?" Freya snapped, obviously annoyed with his unwelcome intrusion.

'I think those kids are your replacements. When they supposedly "destroyed" you, they created more they could control or at least thought they could control.' Radar thought helpfully. Radar was very serious as he thought this. Freya could read Radar like a book and knew when he was serious by a simple look in his eye. He had that look and she tried not to brush him off and hurt his feelings so she said as delicately as possible,

"I don't know Radar but if those kids have been through half of what I went through then they need my help. I think I should try to form an alliance with them." Freya said becoming lost in thought.

"Oh! No!' Radar thought sternly, 'You are supposed to lay low and stay off the grid. If the school knew you were still alive they would stop at nothing to kill you, if they were given the chance. I won't let you risk that.' Freya smiled.

"I appreciate your heartfelt concern but last time I checked I was calling the shots and besides you don't have that kind of control over me. I'm a grown woman and I can take care of myself." Freya said in matter-of fact tone.

'Fine, do what you want, but I'm not bailing your sorry butt out of trouble the next time it needs saving,' and with that Radar flew into his own bedroom. Freya became really tired all of a sudden. She turned off the TV got up off the couch, placed her glass in the sink and went to bed. That night she dreamt of six flying children who may have a link to her past…and perhaps become a part of her future.