Birth - the gaurdians begining

i am running, techincally i am not but i feel like it. i look up to see a woman, in her 20's i guess, her long brown hair being whipped in the wind like a bag caught in a storm, i know her from somewhere yet i have never seen her in my life. we are in a fairy tale like forest, not the snow white frest you may have seen but a dark, witch like place where the trees branches try to snatch and steal you away. someones chasing us, i have no idea who but i know something evil is present. this evil cannot be seen but he travels by the shadows that creep across the sky, closer and closer he gets. the saviour of a lady is running so fast i feel her feet will come off if she pushes her self any harder, she finds this task of out running the shadows is more than enough for her. the next part is more complex as suddenly in a mer less than a second i find my self in the air with colours of all kinds surrounding my eyes, the brown haired and blue eyed woman is still in my veiw ,just, she looks to have fallen from something i dont spot: a tree trunck or stone maybe. tears are in her eyes as she trys to reach into the vortex of colours but even i know that its too far out of reach. i have no idea why but i start to feel empty inside, was i supposed to do something for this lady i do not be able to recall? before i can answer that question a bright light stings my eyes, i cannot see her anymore but the shadows are also gone from my sight which is a relief, i hear myself call out one word......

"Ahhhhhh!" the dream has ended once more, usually at this point i would run into my foster parents Sam and Layla. i cannot now, not because im 16 but because they died 3 years ago in a car crash of all things (Sam was a excellent driver). now i live with my "gaurdian" Charles Goodwin (the social workers found out about him round about that time), he works for this goverment program i dont know even the name of, hes kinda rich and is more powerful than anyone else i know but he is the last person you would expect to have children.So i sit there in the dark of my room to once again think about what it means, since i could remember i have had the same dream (dont most people have different dreams?) as a child i thought she was a fairy princess protecting me from a evil witch yet as i grew older the dream expanded till i got to the light where it ended so now i have no clue what it means.teens my age would just go back to sleep and frget about it but sleeping would mean replying the dream again and since yet again i have no idea what it is i do something that anyone my age would do at this time of night; phone my best fiend.

Will Pendragon has been my best friend since pre-school, well we were enemys at first when she stole my cookie, i shoved her,she shoved me and it ended up with us fighting then being unseperable.She might friend hate me in the morning but i need someone i can trust to talk to. minutes pass and still no reply,its useless now she has a call timer on her phone so no-one can call her during the night. looking at my clock i see that there are at least 3 hours till school, good enough i suppose. i get dressed into my uniform and start on the undone due homework, Algebra really who needs it? After wrestling with fractions for 15 minutes i go down to the kitchen for breakfast, Helen (our chief house-wife) is usually awake by now, Helen is more family than worker to us (well me as goodwin never shows affection to anyone) she would even get up before anyone else if i was up with the dream again to make milk and cookies for us to share. Meals at our house are lets say uncomfortable, goodwin at one end of our massivly long table and me at the other at thats when we eat together.he usually orders the food to his lab for which i think he practises his religion of science that i dont even know.

I sit down at my end of the table and once more i sit alone, Helen comes in with breakfast of eggy bread and tomatoe sauce (i have gotten her to tone down on my meals since arriving). i eat in the silence of the dark once more as i did the day before that and that and so on.Staff dont talk to me on duty and if it is its just simple chat of their work, helen usually says something such as to eat up, if i have done my work, ect however today she is as silent as the sky.as i was finishing my breakfast ordeal and leaving the staff of the kitchen started to talk to each other (so 3 people talking to each other), i didnt hear what they were talking about but i caught my name a few times and a sentence that haunted me through the day "goodwinson wants to see her in his lab tonight". you would think that it would be great for me,well no goodwin only sees people in his lab if he has to say something that is terribly bad like last year he asked to see jennifer chastisy who was a cleaner at the time to tell her that the goverment was going to expoint her and her whole family due to a mix up at their citizen testing. the thing with him working for the goverment is that he finds stuff out fast and its never good, what could he want with me though? another question i couldnt answer.

You might catch the bus or walk when traveling to school or at most your parents would drive you.me, i get around on my runner (its a type of motorbike), its werid being the only person in my year to have a motorbike license but its a fast and surprisingly easy for me, i love the rush of the wind and the feeling no-one can touch me as i control it.my journey to our school isnt long just a few minutes in fact, on a normal journey i wold take the long way round through the wind roads and allies of the city, Deneio to be precise. However the words of the staff still ring in my ear, i am gonna have to tell Will or i might explode of silence.So the journey that usually take me and my runner 1/2 an hour becomes 2 minutes to get to our school or as i call it the place that they brainwash us with facts, dont get me wrong i am good at school: teachers kinda like me, good grades and awards even sometimes, but sometimes to learn you need to live how do you think all these great educators and inventors becames a success? they went out and learnt by practicel and discovery, not sit behind a desk to hear about compounds agian.

As i pull up at the car park (it has also gone down in school history that i am the first student to ever use a school car park) to the motor spaces,a running figure comes into view waving frankily at me. "hey Aura!" i know even before i see clearly who it is as the sun hits my visor i know who it is."Aura you have got to see this guy i think hes called Brick or somethingand he is beating up this fresh blood" (charming isnt she, by the way a fresh blood means a new student).
"can i talk to you about something" i say while taking my helmet off.
"what, is it the dream thing again"
"me no well yes i had it again and still dont get it but its something else"
"what?"
"Goodwin wants to see me in his lab"
this sentence stuns my best friend as she too knows about jennifer and so many others that were summoned to the lab. my gobby,firey friend is silenced. her short red hair falls over her hazel brown eyes before starting to twidle it in between her fingers a sign only i know that means shes worried which only makes it worse for me.my own long wispy black/blue hair hangs in the coming wind and into my own light blue pupils as the silence sworms round us as if we were completely stuck in its quick sand like texture. "BUZZZZZZZ" the morning bell suddenly cuts the silence like a knife.
will summons up the courage to ask "what are you going to do?"
from the truth of my heart i said " i will have to go down, as do i have a choice?"