prologue
"There are two types of immortal beings," said my mother as she brushed my curly, slightly damp, auburn hair while we were sitting on the floor in front of our fire-place. My young curiosity was sparked as she spoke, "there are those who lived as humans and died, being reborn by the man in the moon into their new lives, and then there are immortal beings who are born of a mortal parent and an immortal parent."
"Like me?" I asked as I turned to look at her. My mother was beautiful and green eyes. Her hair was the came colour as mine and she always had an air of care and motherlyness about her.
"Yes Hunter, like you," said mother with a chuckle as I turned back around to face the fire, allowing her to resume brushing my hair.
"But there is a catch to those born of a mortal parent and an immortal parent," said another voice. This one was much lower and I knew it belonged to my father. He walked over to his arm-chair which was beside mother and I. My father was tall with black hair and silvery-yellow eyes, like me. He always wore this black cloak and he was very protective. I looked an awful lot like him but with a more childish look to it. I looked up at father curiously as he continued speaking, "There will come a day when the immortal being's body will freeze."
"Freeze?" I asked.
"Yes freeze," said my father, "That is the day when the immortal's body will stop growing and physically, they will stay the same age for the rest of time."
I carefully thought this over trying to understand what he was saying. Mother spoke from behind me saying, "So you could stop growing at ninety or you could stay six forever!"
My eyes went wide with wonder until I felt fingers tenderly touching my sides. I laughed as my mother tickled me. She continued tickling me until I was rolling around on the floor, squirming and trying to escape her fingers. The tickling only stopped when I shouted that I needed to use the washroom. Mother let me run out of the room with a chuckle and I paused at the door, "I love you mommy, I love you daddy."
"I love you too kiddo," said mother. I turned and exited the room but stood by the door to listen to mother and father talk, "She's so charismatic."
"She's just like you," I heard daddy say.
"What age do you think she'll freeze at?" asked mother. There was a pause.
"I don't know. Hopefully at a respectable age," said daddy. I huffed as the conversation changed and I became bored. So I ran to my room in what daddy and mommy call The Lair, and went to go read.