A/N: Hope you like this. I was bored in school, so decided to start this. I do intend to continue it. I quiet enjoy writing this. I don't know exactly where it's going, but I have a general idea. Please Read and Review

Introduction:

My story starts with a mysterious stranger knocking on the door of beautiful house, with a baby resting in her arms. She was constantly looking over her shoulder, making sure that "he" wasn't following her. She was scared to death that he'd take me away from her. She was leaving me here. She thought it better that I live with them than "him". She wanted to keep me more than anything, but knew if she did, she wouldn't be able to protect me. I was different, special, and she knew she couldn't protect me. I had a necklace around my neck. A note that my mother would be leaving with me said that I was never to take it off. I was quietly sleeping in her arms, unaware of the danger around me, or the danger I'd be in if the wrong person or people found out about my unique gift. Little did I know what was in store for me.

I was only a baby, barely 1 year. I couldn't know of the things that would happen to me. The things I'd go through. The mistakes I'd make and the people around me would make. How could I have known then? I was only a year old. I'd come to learn that I could trust almost no one, and that trust was such a precious thing that it should not be taken lightly. These are lessons I would learn in time, plus many more. I'd make friends, yes, but I'd have very few that I actually trusted and could confide in. Even when I didn't know that I had this special "gift", I was always hesitant about whom to trust. It was because of my heritage, my ancestry, I would tell myself later. My "gift" may have lain dormant, but my instincts and insights were always there and would always be there. I couldn't escape my destiny, or what I would become. All I could do was chose what to do with it.