I am the youngest of my friends, but I don't let that stop me. I'm always up for having a bit up fun and am usually the first to agree to it if it's Reid's suggestion. I love my Hummer and get a bit annoyed when Reid decides to drive it even though I'm right there. I may be a bit more naive than my friends, but I'm pretty smart. I do tend to be the more quiet and reserved one, but that doesn't mean I won't speak up.

No one really knows how the power came to be.
Not even the Book of Damnation recorded its beginning.
But all who have mastered it have always been hunted.

In the middle of the 17th century, many escaped the brutal witch-hunting in England and France by coming to America.

In 1692, in the Ipswich Colony of Massachusetts, five families with untold power formed a covenant of silence. One family, lusting for more, was banished and their bloodline disappearing without a trace. That is until a few months ago. It seems the fifth bloodline only disappeared, and it came back with a vengeance in the form of Chase Collins. He was lusting for more power, and he tried to take it from our covenant.

Chase pretty much ignored me, but Caleb fought him. I was asked, along with Reid to watch of Caleb's girlfriend Sarah, but Chase managed to get a hold of her anyway. However, Reid and I were there with Pogue in the hospital when he woke up after Chase put him in there.

But, I'm Tyler Glenn Simms. I am the only child to Glenn and Rosalind Simms. I was born July 18th and am a year younger than my covenant brothers. I grew up with them though, becoming closer to them than really anyone else. Even though I'm the youngest by a year, they still included me anyway. Once I turned 13 and got my first taste of the powers that we were born into. I absolutely loved it and I'm more willing to use my powers than Caleb. I think that's why Reid and I are actually closer than I am with Caleb or Pogue.

I was looking forward to my own ascension, but unfortunately, before that could even happen, an earthquake happened and I'm no longer in Ipswich, Massachusetts. I'm now in a place with others that got pulled from where they came from. We all have the common denominator of being supernatural in some way. I at least have my covenant brothers here too, but this is crazy and I'm not sure what to think about it all yet.

Logan got out of the shower and wrapped the towel around his waist after he dried his hair. He wiped the foggy mirror with his hand and quickly ran a brush through his short hair. He wasn't too worried about styling it, since he was just going to mess it up anyway after he pulled a shirt over his head.

Instead, he walked out of the bathroom and over to the little dresser where he put what little clothes he could stuff in his saddle bags, an extra pair of pants and a couple of shirts plus some socks. He pulled the towel off of him and dropped it on the floor, not even caring if Angel, who was still asleep in his bed, woke up and saw him in the buff.