Prologue 1
I run as fast as I can. Not wanting to get caught. I feel the tall grass rub against me while I run. The fairies hiding in the grass quickly fly out of the way as I come charging through.
I look over my shoulder, my chasers a few feet away.
I run faster, but they catch up to me. I feel arms rap around me.
"I got you again, Trixie," my fifteen year old brother, Timmy, says. He's very tall with very light brown hair that almost looks blond. And gorgeous greenish-blue eyes that I could never forget.
"You've got to run faster than that," says my sister, Tory. They're twins. She has dirty blond hair and bright blue eyes that are very pretty.
"Come on," Timmy says, "let's get home before Dad gets worried."
He crouches down to offer me a piggy back ride. I climb onto his back.
He starts running, our sister trailing behind. The grass hits my ankles while he runs. I scream and giggle while he stops every once in a while and starts spritting.
I'm only six years old. I live in a very far away city, that you probably have never heard of, called Pixel (it's some short in England, I think), with my mother and father. You see, my dad is in charge of everything. But sometimes I see worry in his eyes, like something is very wrong.
This night we go to bed like normal. Same time. Same way. Same every thing. But that's because we don't know what's going to happen.
I wake up to footsteps outside my room. I tense up and hide under my covers until they run passed me. Then I hear another pair of footsteps. I peer over my blankets. I see a shadow stop outside my door. I shiver uncontrollably. Scared of what might happen.
I see the door knob slowly turn until I hear a click. Then they slowly push the door open. They close the door and turn around, and I see their face.
"Mom," I give a sigh of relief.
I smile at her, but she doesn't smile back. "Hurry," she says, "We don't have much time."
I slide out from under my covers and off the bed.
"Is something wrong, Mom," I ask while she helps me put on my shoes.
"There's no time to explain," she says quickly, pulling my last shoe on. She grabs my hand and we run out the door and down the hall.
"Let's go find your brother and sister," my mom says.
"Ok."
We soon find my brother and sister. I gasp for air while my brother picks me up.
"Head for the gate, get away as fast as you can," my mother says to Tory. "Take care of each other, okay? See you soon," she turns to me, "Hold on to your brother, okay? Just don't let go," she kisses my forehead and looks at my brother and says, "don't let her go," She kisses my brother and sister and gives us all hugs. Then she turns and runs the way we came.
As we continue to run there is a loud, thunderous roar that hurts my eardrums. I shudder and grip Timmy as he runs with me in his arms. Orange light comes from the windows.
"What is it?" I whisper to Timmy.
"That, Trixie," he responds, "is a dragon." I shudder once again as I wonderi what exactly a dragon is, but knowing it can't be good.
We run towards the gate. When we make it outside, they begin closing the gate. Timmy sets me down and holds my hand. We all run together, Timmy and Tory a step ahead of me. My hand slips out of Timmy's grip. Tory slides under the gate followed by Timmy.
I, however, didn't make it.
The gate closes.
"No," Tory yells once she understood that her younger sister is trapped inside where all of the fighting is.
They both run back to me. Tory grabs my arm, tears streaming down her face. "I'm sorry, so, so sorry."
Two of my dad's guards, who made it through the gate, grab them and take them away from me.
Arms rap around me, and for a second I thought it is just a dream, I think it's just my brother trying to wake me up.
I look over my shoulder expecting it to be Timmy. But instead of seeing him and his light brown hair, I see a very scary man with black hair and a scar across his eye.
I let out a scream. Which only makes him smile.
"Are you scared of me little one," he says still smiling, "don't worry, I'm not promising I won't hurt you."
