The Current Events: Prologue.

A car engine revved up as it started into ignition. The car started into motion, moving at the slow rate of 5 miles all because of the irritating person in the car in front of it. After a few minutes of moving at the pace of a turtle, my mom lost her nerve and finally honked the horn. She opened the window. "Hey, terrible driver!" She called. "Get a life, get a job, get married, and stop reading comic books all day!" I finished. Mom closed the window and we high-fived, grinning mischievously at each other all the while. Me and my mom were just now supposedly "escaping" the store and all those rushing people. We were already in the car, but - our kind of worst-case-scenario! - in front of the slowest car driver you'll ever see. Ever. So we gave them a piece of our mind and when they still didn't get out of our way, what did we do? That's right. We parked near Ernie's Shop Of Fun And Stuff and just sat there for a minute, breathing air into our angry lungs to calm ourselves down. And that was when Mom broke the calm silence by saying awkwardly, "Why don't we go inside for a minute?" I just stared at her like she was crazy. "Why go inside when we've already experienced enough shopping for one-" I stopped. Mom was already at the store door. "Mom!" I called, rushing out to the store door, hoping against all hope that she had waited for me back there.

"MOM!" I practically screamed, darting into the store like I was on fire. Everyone stared at me. Ok, I'll admit it, that might not've been much of a good idea. But I totally know what to do in this situation! I looked around the store as my panic and worry increased. Then, when I didn't see her, I continued to buy random free stuff and tiny, small candy bars with my own money (AKA: 25-dollars) from my own house. "When you can't find your Mother, you just buy tiny candy bars and free stuff? Good, because that's totally what I would do." I whip around. A young girl with long silver hair extending to her legs wearing a pure-white dress is standing near me. I wave awkwardly. "Uh... Hello. As you can probably already tell, my mom has ran away into some weird part of this store." She just shrugs. "Happens all the time with the people here. They get an tiny urge just to come into the store. It grows bigger by the time they're there and they forget about absolutely everything that they care for upon entering the store. They only think of..." She pauses to shiver coldly, as if the next word could hurt her. "Themselves." I smile. "That fits my moms criteria perfectly. Always rushing, boastful, and so random. Kinda like you." She shrugs again. "I like being random. It's fun." I nod back in agreement. "Ever heard of the fox with two tails?" I ask her. She nods back at me. "Tails, The Flying Pheonix!" We both laugh. And that was when it dawned on me. "You play Sonic The Hedgehog?" I ask her. "Yes, I also play Final Fantasy." She says. I clear my throat. "When Sonic says he's too fast a hedgehog and he goes into slow-mo, what's the result?" "A Subsonic Hedgehog!" She repiles back happily. We both high-five while smiling. "My name's Sara!" She says happily. I nod. "My name's Grace. It's nice to meet you, Sara." And then I heard a scream. A loud, high-pitched, alarmed scream of pain. And it just came from over near the back of the large store. "I know that scream! I know that scream!" I think to myself in alarm. I react instantly, without even thinking. "MOM!" I scream, darting to the back of the store.

In the back of the store...

Hah, hah, hah, hah. "Finally... Made it.." I somehow manage to breathe out. But then, I see my Mom. She is currently laying on the floor fainted. I run up to her. "Mom!" I shake her. She wakes up, but right when she opens her eyes and utters my name weakly, she faints again. Or is she dead? I hug her sorrowfully. "Mom.." I say, crying tears of utter sorrow. "Wake up..." She does not wake up. I howl and bury my head into her chest. She still doesn't make a sound. Just then, a piercing gust of wind nearly knocks me off of my feet as I struggle to stand up. Is there a window open? Had a big draft blown in? Or... I see a figure. A tall masculine figure with long silver hair and green-cat-like eyes that is wielding a 3-inch long katana. He just glares at me. I smile nervously. "Hello." The cold glare on his face still remains. "You're not a Centra or a Ancient..." He mutters toward me. "Then, what are you?" "I'm a human." I answer. He steps back, clutching onto his head tightly as if that simple word pains him. "What's wrong?" I ask him considerately. He takes another step back. "You... You ignorant fools..." Then, without a word, he vanished into thin air... Who WAS he? And why did he look so familar? "Grace?" A quiet voice interrupted me. "Your mom didn't encounter him, did she?" It's Sara. I do not answer her. Then, she comes running when I do not answer and sees me and my dead mom. She gasps in horror. "So he did come..." She said quietly, in awe. "It's just they said... Keep on waiting and that man will soon come back here again.." She walks toward me. "I'm SO sorry about your Mother, Grace. Do you have anywhere else to stay?" I shrug. "I could call my Nanny and Papa."

At Nanny's...