Hello, everyone! It's your favorite GR writer, coming in from Channel Solora! Now, I'm sure most of the people reading this are devoted followers of my longest completed work: Mending the Breach (if you haven't read it, I recommend reading it before you go any further). Well, I had so much fun writing that series. I created a world that still has many openings for new stories. You know how I left so many loose knots? I did that on purpose! About halfway through Mending the Breach, this idea came to mind. I knew that I was only going to brush the surface of that Cirah sideplot, not really putting it on fully. The story was about Breach and Rex, after all! But, Circe's character is so complex and the potential relationship I left off in my previous work was just too juicy to NOT write about! Plus, there's the fact that Circe isn't getting any SCREEN TIME in the show. I mean, does anyone else think that MOA simply wrote her out in Alliance? I know a lot of people who are speculating along those lines... Well, rant aside, Circe deserves a bigger spotlight. She is the one who got me hooked on GR after all. I'm gonna shut up and type. Enjoy! ^_^

CIRCE'S POV

"Where are you?" Circe's eyes darted back and forth and she had to lean against the wall to support herself. "No..."

The room showed clear signs of a struggle. A struggle by all of them... The carpet was wet, claw marks were streaked across the walls, there were puddles of red paint everywhere, and the floor was littered with tiny silver needles. They had all been taken.

All of them...

She had to save them. Get them away. Run.

Run...

There was no security in the stairwell. They didn't need any. The door would keep anything and anyone out.

And in...

Except for sound. Sound traveled everywhere, no matter what tried to stifle it. Sound traveled everywhere, beyond sight, beyond scent, beyond touch... Sound... The sound of tortured screams...were bleeding through the cracks, making Circe's hair stand on end.

"GUYS!" She pulled at the door to the forbidden basement. She didn't care who heard her. She wanted to be heard! She wanted the truth to be revealed! She wanted...

She took a step back, opened her mouth...and...

And...

Silence. Nothing was coming. Nothing...

'No!' She tried again, desperately calling for that second set of jaws. The jaws that they had trained her to use! Still, nothing came. No siren call. No sound...

No sound... The screams were gone. Silent.

Silence...

Silence...

…...

"Circe! Circe!" Something was shaking her.

She lashed out at it, heard a gasp of pain, and jumped up, eyes wide. What was...

"Ow..."

"Noah!" Immediately, Circe moved forward and placed a hand on the blonde's cheek. To her horror, his mouth was bleeding. "I'm sorry..." She whispered, reaching up and wiping the blood from his face.

Noah grimaced at her. "Not one for wake up calls, are you?"

As she helped him stop the bleeding, she looked around. She was in her room...her room at Providence... She breathed a sigh. 'These dreams are getting even worse...' Her thoughts trailed back to the contents of her most recent nightmare. They were all the same...all about that time in her life that she yearned to forget... Now, her memories were being laid out in front of her, fresh as a recently killed piece of prey. Faces flashed in front of her. Names... Friends... Enemies... And that school...

That horrible, horrible school...

"You okay, Circe?" Circe blinked as she was brought back to reality by the sound of Noah's voice. Her friend was staring at her, bluish-gray eyes wide with concern, a few small flecks of red around his lips.

She forced a smile. "I'm fine, Noah."

"Okay." He still looked skeptical, but didn't push her. "I'll get Rex and you get Breach. See you on the court in five." With a quick backward glance, Noah walked out of the room.

Circe stared down at her rumpled sheets, quietly repeating the words to herself, hoping that they would become true if spoken enough. "I'm fine..."

Gathering herself, she stood and walked out of her room and down the hall to Breach's room. "Hey, Breach! Noah and I are going to the basketball court. Wanna come?"

"Can't. Going out with Rex." Breach was looking critically at her reflection in her mirror. "How do I look?"

Circe rolled her eyes. "Breach, you could wear a potato sack and Rex would still think that you look amazing."

Breach's green eyes glittered and a smile spread across her face. "Exactly. If that's true, imagine his reaction when I actually try to look good!" As her gaze fell on her best friend, her smile faltered. "Circe, did you just wake up?"

"Yeah...why?" Circe shrugged a shoulder, trying to pass herself off as calm.

"You have huge circles under your eyes." She reached out and touched Circe's pale face. "This has been going on for weeks now. Have you talked to Holiday?"

"The sleeping pills work." Circe protested. "It's just..."

"The nightmares." Breach finished, nodding her head in understanding. "Are you ever going to tell me what they're about?"

"I'd rather not." Circe replied honestly. "I'd really rather not." She stared at the ground for a few seconds before standing up. "Well, I'd better head down. Have fun with Rex."

"I will." Breach smiled, though her chartreuse eyes were still gazing at Circe with concern. "If you need anything, just tell me. Okay?"

Circe smiled. "Will do."

As she walked back into her room, she reached into her shirt and pulled out a small, dark red drawstring bag, which was suspended on a black cord around her neck. She stroked the soft, worn fabric for a moment before pulling it open and reaching in. She withdrew the contents and gazed at them, a sad smile on her face.

A silver circular mirror, a comb made out of a carved bone, and a little blue and violet conch shell; these items and the bag that held them were all that remained to remind her of that time...five years ago...when it all began...

Well, that and the many poems she had learned during that period. As she put the shell and mirror into the bag and began to run the comb through her hair, she began to recite:

"It was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of Annabel Lee; And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me. I was a child and she was a child, In this kingdom by the sea; But we loved with a love that was more than love- I and my Annabel Lee; With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven Coveted her and me..." …...

NOAH'S POV

"Come on, Rex! Open up!" Noah slammed his fist against the door. "It's Saturday! Six said that there's no Evo activity. Let's get Circe and Breach and head out!"

"Sorry, man. I got plans already. Breach and I have been going out for a month now and we're going out to celebrate."

"Oh man..." Noah breathed a sigh and shook his head. "Don't tell me you're gonna be one of those couples that celebrates their monthaversery every month..."

Rex laughed from inside the room. "Please, Noah. I'm not that much of a sap! It's just a normal date."

"Then why won't you open the door?"

"Because...I'm not...presentable...yet..."

"C'mon, I've seen you with bedhead in your pajamas." He tried to open the door, but felt Rex holding the knob from the other side.

"Yeah...but...um... Why don't you head out with Circe?"

"Not till you open the door!"

"Do I have to...?"

Noah stepped back and tapped his foot impatiently. "I can stand here all day." There was a pause before the door opened a crack. "There!" He stepped through the door. "Seriously, how bad could it-PFFT!" Noah clapped a hand over his mouth to muffle his laughter.

"Shut up!"

"Dude...you...you..." Noah clutched his stomach, tears streaming down his face. "Tell me you didn't do that on purpose!"

Rex, blushing furiously, was covered from head to toe in sparkles. "Maybe I did..." He grumbled, staring at the ground.

Noah snorted. "You...covered yourself with glitter..."

"Sequins!" Rex protested. "They're sequins!"

"Yeah, okay." Noah managed to stop laughing, but couldn't erase the gigantic amused grin that was spread across his face. "I'm sorry. You covered yourself with sequins." He shook his head. "So, why are you going for the Edward Cullen appeal?"

"Well...Breach likes shiny things...so...eh..." Rex shrugged a shoulder. "Yeah..."

"You look like an idiot." The blond frankly told his best friend. "I am ashamed to know you right now." His face took on a more serious look before he spoke again. "Hey, Rex? Do you know what's wrong with Circe? I stopped by her room to wake her up and-"

"First mistake, man: Never enter a girl's room uninvited." Rex cut in. "Even I know that."

"Her door was open. That's beside the point." Noah waved a hand dismissively. "She nearly killed me when she woke up. She looked completely terrified when she looked at me. I thought Holiday gave her pills for those nightmares."

"Not sure what's going on." Rex brushed a pink sequin off of his shoulder. "Circe doesn't like to talk about it much."

"I want to help her somehow..." Noah shook his head. "I just don't know how."

"Why don't you skip the basketball and take her out somewhere. Maybe go bowling or stop for a slice of pizza. That always calms me down." Rex looked critically at his reflection for a moment before reaching into a small box and sprinkling the contents, silver glitter, over his head. "I heard there are some new movies out. Why don't you take her to see something like...Green Hornet? Six loved that movie."

"I'll bet he did. He and Kaito may be cousins."

"Wouldn't surprise me. Oh! Green! That's what I'm missing!" Rex grabbed a handful of emerald-green confetti and tossed it into the air over his head.

"Okay, I'll head down to the court to meet her. Have fun, Edward." Noah started toward the door.

"Hey! I'm nothing like Edward Cullen! His sparkles are just white!"

"You're really not helping your image, Rex. You should just shut up now." The blonde waved a hand as he walked back into the hallway.

…...

Noah tossed another basketball halfheartedly at the hoop. 'Where is she? Girls take forever to get dressed...' The ball bounced back to him and he was just bending over to pick it up when his ears caught an odd noise.

"AROOOOOOOO!"

CLANG!

"WOOF!"

SMACK!

ZZZZEEEEZZZZPPP!

"What the...?" Noah stood up and ran off of the court, toward a dark alley. "Hello?" He called into the blackness. A high pitched yelp answered him. Immediately, he ran down the alley. As he drew closer, he could hear a pained whimpering noise. He skidded to a halt as he saw the source of the noise: a large, silver and white, Husky.

Its large, blue eyes were wide with panic as its yanked against a rusty chain that had somehow gotten tangled in its collar. It stared at Noah with a pleading expression on its face.

"It's okay." Noah slowly moved closer. "Good dog..." He stroked the dog's ivory-streaked ears, taking a careful look at the collar. It was a chain collar with a rectangular metal plate fastening it. "I'm just gonna take this off, kay?" He could have sworn that the dog nodded its head, but he was too busy working with the clasp to really ponder it.

He unclipped the collar and the dog immediately shied away from the chains and started licking Noah's hand. Noah smiled. "Good girl." He then turned his attention to the collar. "So, who do you belong to?" He could see a faded inscription on the rectangular plate. Maybe it was the address...

No... There were only four letters printed on the tarnished silver: PSCM.

"PSCM?" It looked like the initials for some company. "Well, clearly not a good company if it's gonna let its dogs run loose." He smiled at the dog, who was nuzzling his hand, looking for treats most likely. "You're skin and bones, girl." He murmured. "Why don't you come with me to meet my friend? We're going out and can stop at the deli to pick you up a little something."

"Arf!" The dog licked his face happily.

"Come on, girl." Noah stood up and started toward the court, the Husky trotting at his heels. "You know, if you're going to be hanging out with me, I can't just call you girl..." He looked at the inquisitive canine as he walked. "You need a good, Husky-type name. How about Aurora?"

The dog hesitated for a moment before barking again.

"Okay, Aurora. Let's get back to meet Circe." He slipped the metal collar into his jacket pocket and ran back toward the court, Aurora running alongside him.

Well? What do you think? Nice start, huh? This story is gonna go into Circe's past. Why does she hate Providence so much? Why was she so determined to trust Van Kleiss? What made her feel so resentful about being an Evo? We'll also delve a little into Noah's past. Other questions will be answered, but I'm not gonna tell you what they are! Nah-nah! Please review. I hope you guys are ready to go on another long ride with me! I'm certainly pumped! ^_^ Peace out!