Chapter 1- Prologue and New Beginnings
The boy with black hair and hazel eyes had almost gotten close enough to grasp the pregnant woman's hands. The energy was rioting around the pair as the dark castle continued to crumble to dust. The boy's three friends had escaped and it was now time. A tear fell from his eye; with a scream, he unleashed all the energy within him.
The lawyer walked out to his vehicle, another day's work completed. His name was Scott Sizemore, a 22 year old nobody who had just won the first landmark case of his career and who had just graduated from Harvard a month earlier with a Masters in Liberal Studies.
Scott maneuvered his silver Toyota Camry out of the parking garage and drove down the street, headed for home. It was pouring and he could barely see a thing through the wet windshield and the dense fog that surrounded him. Scott was going at a reasonable speed, about 15 mph, when the limit was 50.
He could barely make out what appeared to be a body lying in the street ahead. Slamming on the breaks, he exited the vehicle and examined the body.
There were no scratches, no cuts nor bruises, so why was this body just lying here in the road? Scott decided that he had to do something; there was nobody around, and he had no cell phone with which to call an ambulance, so he had to help this person, whoever it was, by getting them away from here. The body was lightweight, an easy job for Scott. He carefully deposited it into the backseat of his car and began driving again.
Scott's home was a small two story flat on the corner of Washington and Lincoln avenue. Scott carried the body into the house and carefully laid it on the soft leather sofa across from the television in the living room. He called his wife Melissa, whom had been happily married to him for half a year, down from the bedroom upstairs. Melissa was in her mid 20s with dark hair, lovely purple eyes, and a smile that could change any situation into a happy and welcoming one.
They gazed at the body that was lying on the sofa and discussed the situation at hand. Who was this person? Where did he come from?
"Scott, just because you're upset because we don't have any children doesn't mean that you go and kidnap one." Melissa said. "It's not like that!" Scott said. The two walked into the dining room, leaving the frail body on the sofa.
The eyes popped open. The boy sat upright, moaning as his head rang with pain. He swung his legs onto the carpeted floor and surveyed his surroundings. He was in a house, on a sofa, at around midnight. But how had he gotten here?
Scott and Melissa re-entered the room, instantly astonished by the boy's awakened form. "Who are you?" The boy asked. "My name is Scott Sizemore. I found you lying in the road in the rain about an hour ago and brought you here. This is my wife, Melissa." Scott said. Melissa bowed courteously and asked, "Who are you stranger?"
The boy pulled a leather wallet out of his pocket and looked inside. "Um, Marco, ma'am." He said, as confused as they were. "Well, maybe a night's sleep will do you good. We have a spare room upstairs that you could use." Scott said. "Oh no, I couldn't possibly do that; it wouldn't be proper." Marco said. "I insist. We don't know what happened to you, and until we figure that out, I insist that you take up residence in the spare room for the night." Scott said. "Alright; you win. It is a little late after all." Marco said.
He climbed the wooden stairs and stood on the upper level. Scott and Melissa's bedroom was directly across the hall. Marco tip-toed into the spare room and gazed at the small bed. His eyes longed for sleep, and he climbed onto the mattress, folding his arms behind his head. "These people don't even know who I am, and yet they're taking me in with open arms. Hopefully I'll be able to find some clues as to who I am tomorrow." He thought as he drifted off to sleep.