Warning: This story will contain language (if you haven't noticed now, I have a very bad cursing problem), angst (adult/teen), self-harm, suicide (more or less talk & thoughts of such), and probably some adult scenes to come. So, you have been warned.

A/N: The idea for this story sort of came to me last night while I was watching 'So You Think You Can Dance'... Jean-Marc Genereaux choreographed a beautiful Viennes Waltz to Celine Dion's 'A New Day Has Come' which inspired the title of this story. I was going to wait to post this up after I finished one of my other stories, but I decided to go ahead and post it.

The Prologue is short, but the first Chapter is completed and waiting for reviews.

A New Day Has Come
Written by Skyy Ryder

Prologue

He didn't remember when he first started feeling like this. It had been a long time, even before the Power took him over at thirteen. Perhaps it was after his father passed away, maybe before then. He just didn't feel things that most people felt.

He had never felt guilty, he had never felt unadulterated happiness, and he had never felt passionate, unspeakable love for another person. Sadness, anger, and hate… all emotions he had felt before, and felt for most of his life.

He felt like his emotions stopped there, everything that he portrayed to them was fake, his happiness, his joking nature, everything seemed so false. Even the image he projected was false these days. Sure, he had started off that way at the beginning, but now he used to keep with the rumors, to keep with his reputation.

He as just another one of them. He was just a Son of Ipswich. That's all he'd ever be known as in this town.

Could he ever truly be happy with the idea of being one of four? Not just who he was. Not just the person he wanted to be, but a four piece of a whole? Could they survive without him?

Yes.

They could survive without him and he could probably survive without them.

But the forces that be told them otherwise; they told the four Sons that they had to be friends, that they had to get along, and they had to follow the Laws of the Covenant. He never really had anything against rules, but sometimes they were meant to be broken.

They all had different likes, and wants, but he couldn't deny the fact that he loved them as if they were his own brothers. But even brothers had to part every now and then, and he figured maybe it was a good time for that.

It may hurt for awhile, he knew that it might. But they'd get over, they'd move on. They would have to.

He just needed to get away from the labels, get away from everything that they say he is. Start over, wipe the slate clean, and perhaps for once in his life be who he really was.

Reid Garwin.

I think this story is going to have a bit of a darker feel, more angsty (think Damaged)... and I just want to see who's interested. So please let me know.