Disclaimer: Not mine. All rights and characters belong to the awesome people who came up with the idea for one of the best TV shows in the world. I promise to return them all after I have finished sending them on crazy adventures!

Rating: Teen. Rated Teen for violence (including graphic descriptions, abuse, language, and intense scenes (hope I can do them justice)

Category: Adventure/Angst

Summary: When James sends Magnus a very rare abnormal found in an ancient Vampire Outpost, she must take the young creature into the wilderness to bring him to his natural habitat. However, there are others who have different plans for the young creature.

Timeframe: Nothing in the TV series. Really late 1800's or really early 1900's.

A/N: Ok...this is my first Sanctuary fanfic. Reviews and suggestions are much beloved, so please feel free to click the button.

Just to let all readers know, I am not very well versed in this time period, so if I write anybody sees anything terribly wrong with it, I beg of you PLEASE review or PM me so that I can get it fixed.

I want to take this time to say that I have researched the time period and the people extensively, but I am afraid that there will still be major mess ups. So please, no flames or sulfur or acid thrown my way. I have tried, I promise.

A/N2: And now for the A/N pertaining to this section (aka the Prologue). This is in the perspective of a Shoshone elder telling a story to the youngsters of the tribe. I know it's short (this whole section is longer than the actual Prologue), and I apologize for that. I promise that none of the other chapters, etc. will be as short as this one is.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy it, and I would love it if you would tell me what you think.

Trial of Fire


"Listen, children of the Plains, younglings of the New Age. For I have a story to tell you.

On nights, very much like this one, when the air has a sharp nip to it and the wind keens mournfully, the horses all shift, a wild gleam echoing through their eyes. The whispers of ages past and gone and the tingling of power lost fills the land, a light fog rising from the ground. For even the stones themselves remember the day that the Queen of the Undying came to us, the day that the Mare of Exthan brought us to her…"