Okay. I have been working on this story since a week before 6th grade started (and now it's the end of 9th grade). I've gotten a little bit of critizism with this. But, most of it was negative. And not needed. I accept critizism, but with a reason, good or bad. I know there's a lot of spelling mistakes, but look around them.
Here is the prologue:
Here is the prologue:
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Prologue: The Beginnings
JUNE 30, FOURTEEN YEARS AGO, IN DOWNTOWN OKLAHOMA CITY, IT WAS RAINING. A baby was being carried off. She was only a few days old.
An older woman was carrying her with a hood over her head. She turned facing some steps and stared up at the building in front of her. There was a sign that read ‘Children’s Orphanage’. The lady started up the steps.
When she reached the front door, she had to force her hand to even rise. Her hand ran past the top of her hood making it fall backwards. Her hair was as white as snow, as was her skin, making her lips look blood red, yet, her eyes were a frosty blue. She also had what it looked to be was three feathers in both sides of her head on top of where her ears would’ve been, she had no ears. She grabbed the top of the blanket and removed it from the child’s eyes, they were blood red. She moved her hand in front of them and away, they turned blue. “I’ll miss you so very much,” she whispered to the baby, shaking her head, “Destiny… Destiny is your name and in our family you will always be known as Destiny, no matter what these mortals call you.” She paused, taking a breath. “You must know that this is for the sake of your life, whether you remember this or not.” She covered the baby’s head and set her down, knocked on the door, and left as quickly as she could.
The second she was out of sight, the door opened. There stood a lady with pink curlers in her brown hair. She looked down. Then she picked up the baby with and almost smiled. She said, “Oh no. You poor little baby. What’s your name?” She looked around for a sign to give her the name. Nothing. “I guess we could call you Dakota.” She turned around and closed the door.
Half a year later, all the way over on the west coast of America, Las Angeles, California, a mother had just given birth to a baby boy. The father was holding him. He looked at the mother and asked, “So what are we going to name him?” The mother just shrugged. He had a huge smile on his face. “Well,” he said thinking. “Matt, Sierra, come here.” He called to his step kids.
A three year old boy was came in holding on to a seven year old girl’s hand. “Say hello to your new little brother.” They walked over to the baby. A man with blonde hair came in. He sat down in a chair underneath the woman’s feet. The man with the baby looked up. He asked, “Want to see him?” The other man shook his head.
Sierra turned around to look at the man in the chair. She pointed to the baby and said, “Look at my baby brother, daddy.” Both men smiled. She looked up at the man with the baby. “What are you going to name him?” she asked. The man holding the baby shrugged.
“We haven’t decided that yet. What do you want to name him?”
“Chase, I like the name Chase.” The baby made a noise.
The man with the baby said, “I guess he likes it, too. Chase… Chase Coursé.”
Later that same year, all the way over on Long Beach, New York, there was a really rich family. ‘The Wefettés’, every one called them, was welcoming a baby girl into their family. The mother was coming home from the hospital. The baby was being held by the mother. The mother was being held by the father.
When they got inside, he put them down. She walked into a room nearby. The dad gave the butler his jacket and followed her. He stopped at the doorway to watch what she was doing. She was putting their baby in it’s crib. He walked over to her
He gently grabbed her waist and started to sway side to side. She stood up in surprise, turned around, and kissed him. They swayed a little more. A few minutes passed, it was getting dark.
He walked over to the window and she followed. He put his elbows on the windowsill and looked outside.
“What’s wrong?” She asked him. She put her arm around his back. He looked up at her. She leaned in for a kiss, but the butler knocked on the door panel. They turned to look at him. He held up two wine glasses and a bottle of Champaign. They shook their heads. He left and she asked again, “What’s wrong, honey?”
He looked at her, then the sky, then back at her. He looked deep into her eyes. He said, “I don’t know if I’m ready to be a father yet.” She looked down, only silence between them. After a moment she looked back at the crib. Finally he said, “I want to. I really do, I promise… I just don’t know how.”
She looked at him, then said, “Sky and I can help you with that.”
A few months later, in St. Augustine, Florida, there lived another rich family expecting a girl. It was the end of March. A very cold day. In a mansion, a lady was having a baby. All the butlers and waiters and everybody was bustling around. The lady kept yelling for a doctor.
A few hours later, there was crying coming from everybody. The baby had been born. Everyone was happy to see that the baby was as healthy as can be. One problem though, it wasn’t a girl. It was a boy! The father was handing him to his wife, climbing in the bed with her. “So, what are we going to name him?” She started looking around. Then he said, “How about William? William Floyd Nath. I like it.” She kept on smiling.
A while later, on a farm in Austin, Texas, it was October. A baby girl had just been born. Her father was expecting a boy, but her mother knew it all along.
“So,” her mom said, in a deep country accent. “It’s official. Our baby’s a girl. I knew it! I knew it! I was right! You were wrong!”
“Okay,” he said smiling. He didn’t have a deep accent, but he still had one. “So what are we going to name her?” They were in the bed. It was night time. Their baby was in between them asleep.
“I told you already, Holly.” The farmer nodded.
“Yes. I remember now, Holly… Holly Avil, the farmer’s daughter.” Just then Holly started to cry.
A year later, a mother was walking into a gas station. Her three-month-old baby was in the car asleep. She walked back out and the car wasn’t there anymore. She called the police. Strangely, though, when the baby was three minutes old, they found out he had a hole in one of his lungs. Three days old, he almost died because of it. Three weeks old his dad left them. Now three months old, he’s being baby-napped!
Sadly, the police never found the car, but they did find the baby. He was only up the road a bit.
Three years later and his mom was dieing from lung disease.
“Baby,” she said. She was lying on her bed coughing. They couldn’t afford a house, so the hospital gladly gave them a room. “Come here.” Her voice was very fragile, as fragile as a very thin piece of glass. She was the only one known left in their family. It was the night before his third birthday.
He walked over to her. She patted a spot on the bed, then coughed. He climbed on the bed. “Hey,” she said taking his hand. “Don’t worry about me Kenneth. I’ll be alright. I’m always going to be here for you.” She was trying to calm him down, he looked worried. “No matter what happens to me or you, I’ll always be there for you.” She coughed again. Kenneth was looking at her with a confused expression on his face. She took off her necklace and gave it to him. “When you wear this, I will be with you… I love you.” Kenneth examined the necklace. It was a chain necklace with a key at the end. He laid down beside her and fell asleep.
3:42 a.m., to the second Kenneth was born, she was gone. Doctors did everything they could do, but they just couldn’t help her.
They sent him to a orphanage. He ran away when he was six years old. Nobody like him there. He lived in allies and got beat up by gangs, people young and old. Somehow he managed to stay alive. He learned how to defend himself.
Now he’s nine years old. This is where our story really begins…
JUNE 30, FOURTEEN YEARS AGO, IN DOWNTOWN OKLAHOMA CITY, IT WAS RAINING. A baby was being carried off. She was only a few days old.
An older woman was carrying her with a hood over her head. She turned facing some steps and stared up at the building in front of her. There was a sign that read ‘Children’s Orphanage’. The lady started up the steps.
When she reached the front door, she had to force her hand to even rise. Her hand ran past the top of her hood making it fall backwards. Her hair was as white as snow, as was her skin, making her lips look blood red, yet, her eyes were a frosty blue. She also had what it looked to be was three feathers in both sides of her head on top of where her ears would’ve been, she had no ears. She grabbed the top of the blanket and removed it from the child’s eyes, they were blood red. She moved her hand in front of them and away, they turned blue. “I’ll miss you so very much,” she whispered to the baby, shaking her head, “Destiny… Destiny is your name and in our family you will always be known as Destiny, no matter what these mortals call you.” She paused, taking a breath. “You must know that this is for the sake of your life, whether you remember this or not.” She covered the baby’s head and set her down, knocked on the door, and left as quickly as she could.
The second she was out of sight, the door opened. There stood a lady with pink curlers in her brown hair. She looked down. Then she picked up the baby with and almost smiled. She said, “Oh no. You poor little baby. What’s your name?” She looked around for a sign to give her the name. Nothing. “I guess we could call you Dakota.” She turned around and closed the door.
Half a year later, all the way over on the west coast of America, Las Angeles, California, a mother had just given birth to a baby boy. The father was holding him. He looked at the mother and asked, “So what are we going to name him?” The mother just shrugged. He had a huge smile on his face. “Well,” he said thinking. “Matt, Sierra, come here.” He called to his step kids.
A three year old boy was came in holding on to a seven year old girl’s hand. “Say hello to your new little brother.” They walked over to the baby. A man with blonde hair came in. He sat down in a chair underneath the woman’s feet. The man with the baby looked up. He asked, “Want to see him?” The other man shook his head.
Sierra turned around to look at the man in the chair. She pointed to the baby and said, “Look at my baby brother, daddy.” Both men smiled. She looked up at the man with the baby. “What are you going to name him?” she asked. The man holding the baby shrugged.
“We haven’t decided that yet. What do you want to name him?”
“Chase, I like the name Chase.” The baby made a noise.
The man with the baby said, “I guess he likes it, too. Chase… Chase Coursé.”
Later that same year, all the way over on Long Beach, New York, there was a really rich family. ‘The Wefettés’, every one called them, was welcoming a baby girl into their family. The mother was coming home from the hospital. The baby was being held by the mother. The mother was being held by the father.
When they got inside, he put them down. She walked into a room nearby. The dad gave the butler his jacket and followed her. He stopped at the doorway to watch what she was doing. She was putting their baby in it’s crib. He walked over to her
He gently grabbed her waist and started to sway side to side. She stood up in surprise, turned around, and kissed him. They swayed a little more. A few minutes passed, it was getting dark.
He walked over to the window and she followed. He put his elbows on the windowsill and looked outside.
“What’s wrong?” She asked him. She put her arm around his back. He looked up at her. She leaned in for a kiss, but the butler knocked on the door panel. They turned to look at him. He held up two wine glasses and a bottle of Champaign. They shook their heads. He left and she asked again, “What’s wrong, honey?”
He looked at her, then the sky, then back at her. He looked deep into her eyes. He said, “I don’t know if I’m ready to be a father yet.” She looked down, only silence between them. After a moment she looked back at the crib. Finally he said, “I want to. I really do, I promise… I just don’t know how.”
She looked at him, then said, “Sky and I can help you with that.”
A few months later, in St. Augustine, Florida, there lived another rich family expecting a girl. It was the end of March. A very cold day. In a mansion, a lady was having a baby. All the butlers and waiters and everybody was bustling around. The lady kept yelling for a doctor.
A few hours later, there was crying coming from everybody. The baby had been born. Everyone was happy to see that the baby was as healthy as can be. One problem though, it wasn’t a girl. It was a boy! The father was handing him to his wife, climbing in the bed with her. “So, what are we going to name him?” She started looking around. Then he said, “How about William? William Floyd Nath. I like it.” She kept on smiling.
A while later, on a farm in Austin, Texas, it was October. A baby girl had just been born. Her father was expecting a boy, but her mother knew it all along.
“So,” her mom said, in a deep country accent. “It’s official. Our baby’s a girl. I knew it! I knew it! I was right! You were wrong!”
“Okay,” he said smiling. He didn’t have a deep accent, but he still had one. “So what are we going to name her?” They were in the bed. It was night time. Their baby was in between them asleep.
“I told you already, Holly.” The farmer nodded.
“Yes. I remember now, Holly… Holly Avil, the farmer’s daughter.” Just then Holly started to cry.
A year later, a mother was walking into a gas station. Her three-month-old baby was in the car asleep. She walked back out and the car wasn’t there anymore. She called the police. Strangely, though, when the baby was three minutes old, they found out he had a hole in one of his lungs. Three days old, he almost died because of it. Three weeks old his dad left them. Now three months old, he’s being baby-napped!
Sadly, the police never found the car, but they did find the baby. He was only up the road a bit.
Three years later and his mom was dieing from lung disease.
“Baby,” she said. She was lying on her bed coughing. They couldn’t afford a house, so the hospital gladly gave them a room. “Come here.” Her voice was very fragile, as fragile as a very thin piece of glass. She was the only one known left in their family. It was the night before his third birthday.
He walked over to her. She patted a spot on the bed, then coughed. He climbed on the bed. “Hey,” she said taking his hand. “Don’t worry about me Kenneth. I’ll be alright. I’m always going to be here for you.” She was trying to calm him down, he looked worried. “No matter what happens to me or you, I’ll always be there for you.” She coughed again. Kenneth was looking at her with a confused expression on his face. She took off her necklace and gave it to him. “When you wear this, I will be with you… I love you.” Kenneth examined the necklace. It was a chain necklace with a key at the end. He laid down beside her and fell asleep.
3:42 a.m., to the second Kenneth was born, she was gone. Doctors did everything they could do, but they just couldn’t help her.
They sent him to a orphanage. He ran away when he was six years old. Nobody like him there. He lived in allies and got beat up by gangs, people young and old. Somehow he managed to stay alive. He learned how to defend himself.
Now he’s nine years old. This is where our story really begins…
