I'm running. That seems to be what I'm always doing now. My breathing is labored but I know I can't quit yet. I tell myself, "Just one more turn," but it's not true. I'll never leave this evil place. Not with who's running it. I turn a corner but then skid to a stop. Fifty feet ahead is a weeping angel. I backtrack quickly, because I know if it catches me I won't simply go to the past. He has ordered them to turn us, their prey, into them. That's how Lucy died. I manage to make it through five more turns before I see another. This time I just stare at it, deciding where to go. Before I can make a decision though, I feel a stone arm around my neck. The snapping of the vertebrae resonates around the two old angels. And the single new one. ------------------------ The Time Games have already begun. Who will be next?

Hi. My name is Circe Mercy. I came up with it myself. It fits me perfectly. Circe was a Greek sorceress (which is completely accurate), and Mercy is what I never give my enemies. And trust me, I have many. I've been on the run since I was 7. That's when I was discovered using magic. It's a little outlawed. Okay fine. A lot outlawed. To escape capture, I shifted dimensions and have been doing so ever since. It's easy enough to do once you know the right spell. Almost every dimension I've seen has a tiny bit of magic, but I haven't met anyone else with powers like me. I'm back on Earth now, and they haven't found me for two weeks. But they're coming. I know they are. They always are.

I am 14 years old, and I am running for my life. I know, I know. I'm way to young to die. If I was normal I would wake up, go to school, come home, and go to bed just like everyone else. I actually did at one time, but that was months ago. It was then, all that time ago when everything known to man took a turn for the worst. The day something irreversible happened. Hi. My name is Sara, and this is the story of how my father tried to kill me.

Some people might say I'm a troubled child. In a way, I guess they're right. They think I'm a pyromaniac. Okay, so, I set fires a lot, but never on purpose. Ever since I turned fifteen I've had a fascination with fire. That's what my doctor says anyway. The truth, however, is much less normal. I'm actually an elemental. I can control fire. My powers are growing quickly though, and it's getting harder and harder every day to pretend to be an average girl. Someone's going to find out soon. I just hope it's not the guy who's stalking me.