Hey Guys, this is my first fanfiction, so be nice! I've been thinking up this one for a while, but just recently changed it, but can't revel these changes without giving away the plot. It's set between the third and fourth books, and in around May. Although I think that Connie and Col would actually only be around 13 or 14 in book four, you know, Year 9 ish, but i'm going to put them in Year 10, so they'd be around 15, in their first year of GCSE's, for the NATO thing (more on that later). I hope that you enjoy!

Prologue

She ran through the forest, gasping for breath as her feet thumped against the earthen floor. She had a stitch ripping through her ribcage, and branches whipped against her bare arms, leaving angry red marks which would later darken to deep purple bruises. She leapt over a small stream, skidding slightly on the mossy bank, catching her sleeve on a protruding twig, and ripping it. With an ironic laugh, she though about what her aunt would say if she could see the state she was in now, but then reminded herself that she was running for her life from the dark shadows that pursued her, so she kept on running, running, running without end, until the ground disappeared from under her feet, and she was falling, her long dark hair whipping her face, arms flailing, throat burning with her terrified screams, down towards the dark raging waters of the sea below.

Everything dissolved into black mist, cocooning her body, and a silky voice whispered in her ear; "And now, Universal, you are mine"

Which was when, In a small town called Hescombe, on the boarder of Dartmoor, on the coast of Devon, Connie Lionheart awoke with a scream.