Hey all! This is my new story, Strawberry Fields Forever! This is my first A Great and Terrible Beauty fic, and it kinda strays, like really strays. The main characters aren't any form the story. But they do make their apperances and play important roles. So, tell me what you think by reading and reviewing!! Merci beaucoup:)

Note: This story takes place in 2008.

The Rakshana. The Brotherhood. The Way. The Protectors. The Warriors. The Brave. I've heard it called these things and more. But what is the Rakshana? Even, I, being of the sacred club cannot tell you. I've known of their existence for as long as I can remember, and I don't like thinking of my life without it. It's the strong currant that keeps me going, the wind that whispers which way to go.

My father, and his father, and his father before that were all a part of the Rakshana. All of them among the remembered, the ones that had their names written in stone, never to be forgotten. I only hope I can live up to that legacy.

The Rakshana's history is full of deep twists and dangerous turns, filled with betrayal and adventure not like anything I have ever known. We have been known to do things that others would see as 'heartless', but they don't know the truth. They don't know why we do what we do. None of them understand. But, luckily for us, they are no longer here. Their names long diminished.

I'm walking into biology class as I'm proudly thinking of the great group I belong to. I spy her having the unfortunate privilege of being pulled into the conversation of the class president, Hannah. A small smile tugs at my lips as she tries to politely excuse herself but is denied exit and asked about the recycling program in the school. Finally she settles into her seat, directly across from me—I have a perfect view should anything occur.

Which is what I'm here to do, make sure nothing happens; to her in particular. For two years now I've been watching her, waiting for the inevitable to happen. For you see, she is one of the feared Order. She just doesn't know it.

Two years ago I was given the assignment to watch over her with everything I had, nothing should harm her. And most importantly, I must make sure she doesn't enter the realms.

The realms haven't been opened since the last of the Four died almost 30 years ago-- a plain girl by the name of Ann Bradshaw-Smalls. In one last desperate attempt to see the sacred garden before she passed she entered for a brief moment and returned to be met by Death's door.

All is at peace in the realms and I have been given the burden to make sure it stays that way. Why this task was presented to me is beyond my understanding. "A test of your abilities," they had said before they shipped me off to the suburbs of Massachusetts. And now for almost two long years I've been waiting. And nothing has yet to occur. But wait I will, because I know that in time something must happen, for you see, she is a direct descendant of the revered Gemma Doyle. And though there are many generations between the two, the Rakshana feel that she holds the key to unleashing a force more powerful then they care to imagine.

My whole life I've heard the stories of this Gemma girl and it's hard to believe anyone could be more powerful than her. But I'll not deny the Rakshana. Never.

Abagail Rose Delacorte, the all-American, 15 year old girl they think will bring destruction on the world as we know it. I chuckle at the notion, trying to imagine her wielding such a power. She hears my snickers and casts an un-approving look and returns to her book.

Oh Abby, such the reader. I don't think I've ever seen her without a book. Abby has never spoken to me, yet she knows who I am, James Freinger, the 3rd time senior, who's IQ is lower than a kindergartner. Or so she thinks. I really graduated a year ago, but seeing as she is still only a sophomore, I'm stuck here for another 2 ½ years.

She fingers the old necklace at her neck, the eye and crescent moon, as she reads. A habit she picked up about a year ago. I'm staring at her when our teacher, Mrs. Henrys nudges me, "Has the love bug bitten you, Mr. Freinger? I do not think Ms Delacorte appreciates you gawking at her like that."

My cheeks flame red as the class bursts into laughter. Abby locks eyes with me, green, a startling green, and her look is fierce, stay away from me, she seems to say. If only you knew, cupcake, I want to tell her. Abby is known for her spotless record. The girl doesn't even know what the word 'average' means. In school, she wins every contest has the most rigorous schedule around and the highest GPA to match it. In our teachers' eyes, she can do no wrong. She's about to relinquish her death stare when her eyes go blank. The muscles in my back tense and her eyes snap shut. She stands up and makes her way to the door.

"Ms Delacorte? Ms Delacorte!" our teacher screams at her. But Abby is beyond hearing, and I think I know why.

"I'll go get her!" I jump up and rush for the door.

"Mr. Freinger, you'll do no such thing!" she shouts but I'm already out the door.

I run up and down the hallway but there's no sign of her.

"Abby, Abby, where are you?" I grumble. As if on command I hear a scream from the old gym. When I enter the gym she is standing in the middle. Her eyes are still squeezed shut, tears tricking down her face. I take a step back; her arms are thrashing about, almost like she's fighting some sort of unseen demon. I run to her and grab her arms trying to wake her. Her arms fly up and push me away and she continues her battle. I lunge for her and tackle her to the ground.

"Abby! Abby, wake up!" I shout until her eyes pop open, the fear still imprinted in them.

"What…? No…." she muttering and crying all at the same time.

"What did you see?" I ask a bit harshly. She looks at me as if seeing me for the first time.

"You…. get away from me!" she screams and starts running.

"Get back here!" I chase her all around the school and finally she collapses in the middle of the football field.

When I reach her, her eyes glow bright, "Abby?"

She looks at me, her eyes a brilliant white, the green hidden, "Help!" she manages to get out before she faints into my arms.

"Abby! Abby!" when she doesn't respond I start to panic, so I take her the only place I know—the Rakshana.