Update 11/1/15: Reconstructing the format of this fic, making some edits throughout although nothing that major

Warning - Mentions of blood and gore, adult language and themes to follow.

Prologue (Part 1 of 3)

Aquarius

Firelight

Well did you see the flares in the sky?
Were you blinded by the light?
Did you feel the smoke in your eyes?
Did you see the sparks and feel the hope? You are not alone,
'Cause someone's out there, sending out flares.

The Script

Daniel was running. Bushes smacked against his legs and sharp rocks pierced the soles of his bare feet. Tears stung at his eyes and he was gasping for breath. His loose apparel whipped behind him in the cool night wind as he raced away from the scene behind him.

He could still hear the wailing sound of sirens. He could see the flashing lights around him. He could still hear that harsh bang, bang, bang! of what he thought must have been gunfire.

But Danny didn't stop. His mommy told him to run. So, he would. Danny would never disobey his mommy, especially when she looked like that. When she had that desperate fire behind the deep blue in her eyes. Danny wasn't about to disobeying that.

The little ran until his legs nearly gave out.

He stumbled once; and nearly fell, as a matter of fact. He fumbled over his own feet in order to maintain his balance and a sharp pain shot up his leg from where he twisted his ankle. But the small, six year old boy shook it off and kept running.

He was gasping by now. His forehead glittered with sweat in the moonlit darkness of the forest as he struggled to make his way forward. Danny needed to stop. He didn't remember how long he'd been running, but he knew it was for a long time. It felt like it, anyway. Danny didn't have very long legs, but he hoped this was where his mommy wanted him to go.

Slowing his pace, Danny looked around, fatigue settling in. It was dark around him. The light of the full moon glistened through the trees and they stood like solid pillars of starless darkness around him.

Then, to his left, he saw it. It wasn't much of anything. For a moment, Danny thought he didn't see anything at all. It was a small, shimmering glimmer of yellow light, like a lone star on the horizon. A distant flare, just for him to see. Feeling a rush of unexpected hope, Danny did as his first instinct directed. He ran towards it.

Danny ran as fast as he could manage. He did, but it still felt as though it were a distance a way. When the source of the light finally came into view, Danny realized it wasn't a star, or anything else he thought it was. It was a dwelling.

It was a human dwelling. The bright, yellow-ish light streamed through the tall, magnificent windows that towered high above the young boy's head and for some odd reason, he didn't feel terrified by the sight of it. The soft yellow glow filtering through the windows didn't frighten him any more than he was already frightened. It almost calmed him down and gave him a sense of safety he wasn't quite sure was real - much less logical - at that moment.

Danny snapped out of the trance he had found himself in. No, this was a human dwelling. Those lights meant they were home. Those were humans.

Danny backed further into the trees. He needed to hide somewhere, but he didn't want to go back into the dark.

Out of the corner of his eye, Danny caught what he was looking for. The boy breathed a sigh of relief.

Danny didn't know what that separate building near the rear of the human dwelling was. It was separated from the residence entirely and the windows were made entirely of glass. But there were plants inside, so far as Danny could tell. It was filled to the brim with earthly vegetation, and the little boy knew it was either hide in there, or hide in the woods.

It would have been a harder decision if Danny weren't afraid of the dark.

But he was, and at least from the glass windows of that little flat not far from the human dwelling, he could take some comfort in the faint firelight he would be able to see projecting from the dwelling.

Still hidden in the shadows, his hands shaking in fear, Danny crept over to the dwelling-of-glass and slipped inside the unlocked door.

However, he didn't realize that human doors latch back into place when they're closed. He figured the mere thought of closing the door, would in fact close the door, like they always have back at his home.

So when the cracked door rattled in the passing wind on that cool, clear night, it is no surprise it caught the attention of one of the humans inside that dwelling.

Six-year-old Samantha Manson was sitting at the top of the stairs. She knew she should be in bed, as it was far past her bedtime and she knew it, but Sam forgot to take her medication. She was stuck sitting at the top of the stairs because her parents were talking. She didn't know what about but the little girl was curious.

She could hear her parents talking in muted, scandalized tones as if whatever they were saying was illegal in some way. She could hear the dull buzz of the local Amity Park news channel on the television. It was saying something about a crash landing, she thought. Something about survivors and outer space and police force and a bunch of other words she missed, misheard, or failed to piece together.

Sam balled the silky material of her nightgown into her small hands before making her way down the stairs. The nightgown her mother had picked for her was beautiful in its own right. It was silky-smooth and it had those lace edges Sam's mother adored so much. Sam liked the lilac color of the gown, but it was far too big on her. She could hardly go anywhere without making a noise, like a cat with a bell around its neck. She was conspicuous, whatever that meant.

"Jeremy, should we leave? My sister's just outside of town, we could get to her in a few—" Her mother's voice was frantic, and it scared Sam a little bit to hear it.

"No point, Palma." Her father's tone was grim, but Sam didn't understand why. "The roads are probably closed. Best just to wait it out, honey."

Curious now, more so than she was before, Sam peeked over the edge of the couch she was standing behind, where her parents were sitting. A large, sixty-some inch television hung from a mount on the wall and on it, Sam could see footage of a gigantic darkened shape pressed against the horizon. It was too dark to make out clearly, but it looked like one of those giant alien spaceships she would never tell her parents she read picture books in her school's library about.

"Mom?" The little girl asked finally. "Dad?"

They both, without pausing the broadcast, turned around and faced her. "Sammykinz?" Palma asked, her perfectly arched eyebrows rising slightly in surprise. "What are you still doing up?"

"I waned to see you," Sam proclaimed deceitfully. She may be young, but Sam Manson was smart, so to the point that one might have even called it cunning. It was a tribute of hers that would come in handy later in her life. "I thought I heard a crash, mommy. I couldn't sleep."

Granted, that part was true. But it didn't scare Sam. Honestly, she thought that bang she heard about twenty-five minutes ago was thunder, but Sam was never scared of thunder. She was an oddity really. For someone of her age, the six-year-old was rather fearless. It concerned her parents more than a few time in the past, and caused the little girl more than one broken finger and/or chipped tooth.

A small smile crossed the redheaded woman's lips. Her face softened considerably, and she looked much younger and much more beautiful than she had previously. "I'm sorry honey," she said, "Everything will be alright, Sammy. Go back to sleep, we'll talk more in the morning. It's past your bedtime." With that, her mother gave one last smile before turning back to the news broadcast.

Sam nodded reluctantly. She began to back towards the stairs, all the while counting down in her head. Five, four, three, two… "Sammy?" Her father asked as he, too, turned back to the broadcast. "Don't forget to take your medication, alright?"

Sam felt like jumping for joy. She knew he would say that. Her parents didn't like it when she forgot, but sometimes they'd remind her without getting upset, so long as Sam didn't deliberately say she forgot. If she didn't claim responsibility for forgetting, she wouldn't get in trouble.

Knowing that her parents weren't paying attention anymore, Sam walked to the kitchen, feeling oddly awake for it being nearly eleven o'clock at night.

Grabbing a glass from a cabinet, Sam filled it with water and gazed out the window at the backyard. She always loved their yard. Her house, a mansion by definition, was one of those few lucky establishments that lined the forest. There was a single patch of perfectly mowed grass, several wild and beautiful rosebushes and flower gardens her mother and her painstakingly attended to, and it all dropped off into what felt to be a massive and beautiful forest to the six-year-old.

Sam smiled at the way the full moon lit the dew on the vegetation before something caught her eye. A slight movement in her peripheral vision caught her attention and, on its own accord, her head snapped to examine the source of the disturbance in the otherwise still outside world.

Her eyes landed on the greenhouse in the far corner of her yard. The door was slightly ajar, banging slightly on the frame as a slight breeze dusted past it.

Sam wouldn't have been concerned, but her mother was a gardener and one heck of a perfectionist to boot.

Palma would never leave the door open.

The rational thing to do would have been tell her parents about her suspicions, but Sam wasn't a rational person. At least not yet. So, she did the first thing that came to mind.

Sam pulled open one of the drawers and grabbed a flashlight, and slipped out of the sliding glass kitchen door, taking care to be as quiet as she possibly could.

Her bare feet hardly made a sound as she tiptoed to the greenhouse, having no idea what she'd find there.

A/N: Heyyy so here's a little fic I've been working on for a bit. To kick this off, I don't claim ownership over the basic concept of this fanfic. I drew my inspiration from Star Crossed, ET, and, of course, Danny Phantom.

Like always, I love feedback, and I love ideas and suggestions. Although I actually do have this kind-of prewritten, I cannot guarantee I'd use all ideas suggested. But they'll definitely be considered.

I self edit my work and I'm horrible at keeping up online relationships, therefore the possibility of be getting a beta is slim. If you feel the need to point out any errors, please let me know so I can go back and fix them. Thanks :)

Peace

- Rookey