The Chronicles of The Winged One - Prologue
After I finish Anna's story this is what's going up, or before, haven't made up my mind.
I just thought I'd give you all a little hint of what my next story will be. I might start posting chapters soon or wait until I finish Anna's story. This one here is not a romance. Well, that's not the main point. She's only 14. Comment, tell me what you think of my new idea. Remember though - It's just the prologue, it won't be that exciting at this point.
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Prologue
"Have fun sweetie!" That's the last thing I heard my mom say when she dropped me off in front of this hell hole.
Alright, so maybe "Hell Hole" is too strong a term. I guess you could call it high school. Not just any high school, it has to be high school for the strange. By strange I mean Guardians. Guardians are like people, but with wings and a few powers. The powers are nothing special, just the usual wind, fire, water, earth, and a few unusual ones like weather and the ability to talk to animals.
All Guardians have wings, but there all different. Some are huge, golden, wings that can take a person anywhere. Others are little, white, things that can't even lift someone off the ground. Wings are like a puberty thing. Some people don't get theirs until they're 50; others get theirs when they're five days old. It's chance really.
Wings are not the first sign that you are one of these weird creatures though. The first sign would be the marks that show up on your body. They look exactly like tattoos. Depending on what yours looks like and where it's placed they can tell how powerful you are. Power does not depend on how many elements you can control, but how well you can control the one you have. Some do have more than one, but they can't control either of them very well.
We are randomly born into this life. There is no rhyme or reason to it. Both of my parents are ordinary humans. Two Guardians could hook up and have a completely human child. Scientists are baffled, both human and Guardian. There is no way to make a Human into a Guardian or turn a Guardian into a human. It is how it is. That's it.
My name is Aleta which, ironically, means "Little Winged One." I'm pretty short at 5'4. I have short brown hair that goes unevenly to my shoulders and bangs that hang in front if my eyes most of the time my eyes are two different colors, one is green, the other brown. I'm starting my freshman year here, which means I'm only 14.
I was virtually born with my wings, so they were the first sign of what I was. My mark didn't show until I was about three. My mark is a Cross Necklace, weird I know, that is just beside my left hip.
The cross splits into 3 little loops at the end of the edges. The chain of it is just a little linked thing that lies around it. It looks exactly like I had it tattooed on there, but they grow with you. This means that I am quite powerful with my element, which would be water, with a hint of weather. By a hint of weather, I mean I can make a rain cloud. That's it, nothing too special.
My wings are a pretty large size, I can fly with them, and they're black. Pitch black, which is depressing, but they're pretty and soft so I love them.
The school I just got dropped off at is called Ocean View, uncreative and bland, but accurate. You can hear the ocean no matter where you are, as long as you're outside. The school is like any other high school. Except they have a large outside field for flying lessons and dorm rooms.
I'm sure the classes are different too. Like my schedule with classes like "Control Your Element" and "Flying 101" which you take even if you don't have wings. There are normal classes too, like Math and Biology.
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I just wrote this in under 10 minutes so it will be added to and changed by the time I actually start posting the story.
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Prologue
"Have fun sweetie!" That's the last thing I heard my mom say when she dropped me off in front of this hell hole.
Alright, so maybe "Hell Hole" is too strong a term. I guess you could call it high school. Not just any high school, it has to be high school for the strange. By strange I mean Guardians. Guardians are like people, but with wings and a few powers. The powers are nothing special, just the usual wind, fire, water, earth, and a few unusual ones like weather and the ability to talk to animals.
All Guardians have wings, but there all different. Some are huge, golden, wings that can take a person anywhere. Others are little, white, things that can't even lift someone off the ground. Wings are like a puberty thing. Some people don't get theirs until they're 50; others get theirs when they're five days old. It's chance really.
Wings are not the first sign that you are one of these weird creatures though. The first sign would be the marks that show up on your body. They look exactly like tattoos. Depending on what yours looks like and where it's placed they can tell how powerful you are. Power does not depend on how many elements you can control, but how well you can control the one you have. Some do have more than one, but they can't control either of them very well.
We are randomly born into this life. There is no rhyme or reason to it. Both of my parents are ordinary humans. Two Guardians could hook up and have a completely human child. Scientists are baffled, both human and Guardian. There is no way to make a Human into a Guardian or turn a Guardian into a human. It is how it is. That's it.
My name is Aleta which, ironically, means "Little Winged One." I'm pretty short at 5'4. I have short brown hair that goes unevenly to my shoulders and bangs that hang in front if my eyes most of the time my eyes are two different colors, one is green, the other brown. I'm starting my freshman year here, which means I'm only 14.
I was virtually born with my wings, so they were the first sign of what I was. My mark didn't show until I was about three. My mark is a Cross Necklace, weird I know, that is just beside my left hip.
The cross splits into 3 little loops at the end of the edges. The chain of it is just a little linked thing that lies around it. It looks exactly like I had it tattooed on there, but they grow with you. This means that I am quite powerful with my element, which would be water, with a hint of weather. By a hint of weather, I mean I can make a rain cloud. That's it, nothing too special.
My wings are a pretty large size, I can fly with them, and they're black. Pitch black, which is depressing, but they're pretty and soft so I love them.
The school I just got dropped off at is called Ocean View, uncreative and bland, but accurate. You can hear the ocean no matter where you are, as long as you're outside. The school is like any other high school. Except they have a large outside field for flying lessons and dorm rooms.
I'm sure the classes are different too. Like my schedule with classes like "Control Your Element" and "Flying 101" which you take even if you don't have wings. There are normal classes too, like Math and Biology.
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I just wrote this in under 10 minutes so it will be added to and changed by the time I actually start posting the story.
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