Centuries ago, on a planet lightyears away…
A great and magnificent palace stood in the centre of a great city square, with throngs of people bustling past it, some stopping to admire its beauty. Noise produced by traders in the market filled the air, touting or encouraging people to buy their goods and services. Soldiers dressed in gold uniforms and helmets patrolled the city to detect anything happening out of the ordinary. In short, everything was at peace.
Then, at the city gates, a soldier came running through, panting and gasping for air as he ran in the direction of the great palace. People looked curiously at him,wondering why was he in such a hurry. Some looked at him in annoyance as he bumped into them while running.
And from the top of the palace a king looked down from an open window and saw the soldier.
He knew the end was near.
The end of an empire.
In a matter of days…
The great city, once so peaceful, once standing so glorious, was now burning like a giant furnace as pillars of smoke rose from the air into the starry sky. Soldiers and civilians lay dead in the city square, the ground stained with their blood as invaders stormed into the city, shouting in unison a cry of victory, racing towards the great palace, the only building not yet damaged.
And then, suddenly, many blue orbs shot from the top of the palace into the night sky, many of them spreading across the land away from the city.
However, one orb shot into the night sky and out of the planet, its glow getting dimmer and dimmer, until it was no more.
And that orb shot into space would one day change the course of history.
A great destiny awaited it, painted in blood and war.
California,Earth, 1995.
"Come, boy, what are you waiting for? Show us you are tough!"
A group of three boys surrounded me as I lay on the ground, smirking with disdain as they looked at me.
I looked at them in fear, paralysed as I looked with shock at their intimidating stature, imagining what they could do to me, as one of them already was rolling up the sleeves of his shirt, ready for a fight.
Oh wait, I forgot. You are probably wondering who the hell am I. Heh, I do get ahead of myself sometimes. My name's Michael Reeves, and I was adopted by a couple with the names Richard and Hannah Reeves, who named me since when they found me I had no name. I live in a big suburban house with two step-siblings, one's named Helen, the other, Xavier. Surprisingly enough, all of us have the same colour of hair, that is, brown. I don't know why though. What's more, strangely when one day I asked how I was adopted, they said I came from the sky in a blue orb when I was a baby, which turned out to be some sort of complex space pod. Of course, I did not believe them, for I looked quite normal whenever I look at myself in the mirror, not like an alien from another planet. I mean, my family was Christian so I have always been told that no such things as extra-terrestrials exist by the church my family attends.
Oh yes, where was I?
Anyway, as I lay on the ground, a familiar, reassuring voice came from above. "You two better leave him alone before I kick your asses!" The boys looked up and suddenly, as if automatically, the boys' looks changed into those of fear, and at that point they took off. I still laid on the ground though, confused about what was happening. Then, a handsome face blocked my view of the blue sky above.
"Ah, boy. You really should learn how to stand up for yourself, Mikey!" Xavier said as he helped me up to my feet. As I got my bearings, I dusted my pants and muttered ,"Thanks, Xavier…." He grinned cheekily and slapped my shoulder lightly.
"Don't be so rough with him, Xavier, he was hurt by those boys, you know."
My sister, Helen, walked up to me and touched my forehead. Oh, it was so nice. "Are you hurt, Michael?" Sigh, I don't know why, but just thought I would say this: I am in love with my sister. I mean more than just my step-sister. Honestly, I don't know why. She just makes me feel like I am special. She was perhaps the only one who truly understood what I was going through and encouraged me whenever I felt down. Of course, that is not to say that my brother, Xavier, was not friendly to me, but he was more of someone who was…brash and obnoxious at times. He always wanted to pick a fight with anyone he deemed as a bully, but I have a feeling he only fights bullies for the thrill of it. Nevertheless, he truly loved me as a brother and although an asshole at times, I guess he really cared for me, but he always told me that you may be weak now, but sooner or later, you will be strong enough to go against them. Guess that's not surprising considering the fact he is one that like to fight.
As Helen examined my body for wounds, she said, "Well, we better get home soon. Mom and Dad will be worried if we aren't home in time for lunch." She took my hand and smiled warmly. "Never mind, brother! You don't need to be affected by these kinds of people!" We then walked back home, and in my mind, I could not help but think, "I may not know about what happened to me in my past family, but I'm sure glad that I'm in such a caring family. I wish I could live this life forever."
Or so I thought, because later, things would change drastically for me. For the worse!
