come home

Prologue

Her feet were silent, her head down as she sprinted through the woods.

Left, right, right, forward.

She knew the path like the back of her hand; she had been practicing and gone over any possible mistakes in her plan for two years and she'd be damned if it didn't work. So far it had. The small body she had cradled to her chest proved her right. The little bit of sleeping tonic mixed into the child's night snack from the woman's inside informant kept the two year old in a deep sleep.

Left, forward.

The power that this little child held was hard to believe as she let out a little snore. The woman could only hope it was true or it was all for nothing. One more right and there was her car, 300 miles from where she took the child. Even if the Castle had noticed the missing girl, which she hadn't expected them to until morning; she would already be one state over in rouge territory before they could begin looking for her. Gently setting the girl in the passenger seat the woman leaped in the car and took off with a smile on her face.

*Five Years Later*

Anastasia stared at the blue wall of her small room, the paint chipping and curling in the heat. Summer had come and her birthday was nearing. She knew what that meant. Another day of her "Mother" harassing her and asking her why Ana hadn't done anything to help her, why she hadn't given her mother everything she asked for and wanted, why, why, why. Ana closed her eyes and reached deep within herself only to feel...nothing. Mother used to tell her stories of a great power that could move mountains and stop time. She told Ana she was that great power.

But year after year when Ana couldn't do the things Mother asked, Mother became...bitter. Bitter and cold. Ana spent as much time in her room as she could. Mother scared her...in fact she knew Mother was not who she said she was. When she was five she began remembering things. Small things. Grand golden ceilings and crystal chandeliers that could have just been a dream but Ana remembered the way the crystals reflected on her face and the way the railing of the staircase felt so smooth on her hand as she giggled in her young two year old voice. No these were not dreams, but memories.

Mother was not her mother. One day Anastasia would find out who and where she came from. But for now-a scream and crashing sounded in a few rooms over. Jumping from her spot on the ground Ana ran to her door and threw it open. Running down the creaking wood of the hallway she took a sharp left to be greeted with a scene that would stay in the mind for years to come. Mother screamed as two giant wolves tore into her, the only furniture in the room, two chair and a table, tuned over with the old wood splinting. Blood spattered the room as the crunch of bone and ripping of flesh tore through the room as Ana's stomached turned over on itself. A quiet gasp was all that was needed for one of the two wolves to spin towards her with a snarl.

Ana turned and ran past the hallway to her room, past the door to Mother's room and to the back door. She didn't bother to open it as she crashed through and ran into the woods barefoot. She heard a howl behind her and knew Mother was gone. Rouges. Ana had heard terrible stories of them from Mother but had never seen one in person. She ran as hard as her small legs could take her, brown hair streaming behind her when suddenly a terrible pain hit her and she stumbled. She screamed in pain as she not only felt but heard her bones snap and crack. As the pain hit her full force she thought she heard two wolves yelp in fear or pain but, could only scream again as her version turned black.

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Hello! This is my first story on wattpad so any comments or any spelling corrections are appreciated! This is not edited :) Also I know there is absolutely no dialogue in this chapter and ahhh I am so so sorry I usually hate lots of description but for the prologue I felt it was necessary! Until next time!

Olivia