I know she is out there, I can feel her presence. I have to find her because something bad is coming. Everyone can feel it. The monks, The Three, the high priest, the people, and me. I have to find her, even though it may be a long shot. I was told by a reliable source that she resides in Earth. If that is the case, than I may be able to find her. I won't stop at anything to stop, because…if I don't…I may lose her…
"Sparrow! Sparrow wake up!"
Sparrow eyes opened to a short black haired girl standing in front of him.
"Go away Zera…" Sparrow mumbled has his sister poked him.
"Hey come on now! It's time you got up! Mom and dad are waiting down stairs. We won't eat without you."
Sparrow threw a pillow over his head, but reluctantly, he agreed. He slid out of bed like a slug and glanced over at his baby sister.
"May I have some privacy please?" She stuck up her nose and sprung out of the room like a rabbit. "Jeez, some little sister I have…"
19 year old Sparrow was a young man born into the mythical realm of Azarath. Born to a family of an Azarathian guard of a father and a Ballecus mother, his family carried some of the most important people in Azarath.
Sparrow Jumped into is tunic and made his way down stairs.
"Hey mom, hey dad."
"Good morning my love!" His mother raced to greet him.
Even though she took the form of a human, Sparrow was fully aware of what his mother really was. The Ballecus race is a very ancient race. The communicated through not words, but through actions, scents, and telepathy. The only time they used words, was when they took the forms of races that could actually speak English.
"Hey mom, glad to see you."
Being half Ballecus, Sparrow felt his mother's Birth Scent fill him up inside. It was a Ballecus mother's way of greeting and comforting her child. Of course, no one else would be able to smell it other than her children.
Sparrow's father was sitting at the table, sipping tea. He was a tall man, extremely rough around the edges. He had hazel eyes and a black head of hair. His twin brother, Lucas sat in front of him. Lucas, aka Pip, had blue eyes and a white head of hair. They looked alike for the most part, but differed in personality and power. Almost opposite of each other.
Both men were sitting at the table sipping tea and talking when they noticed Sparrow enter the room.
"Good morning everyone. Sorry I woke up so late."
Sparrow walked over to his uncle and slammed his hands down on his shoulders.
"Are you going to teach me some new sword techniques uncle Pip."
"Hahaha yeah. But remember, the sword moves I teach you are for defense only."
Being pacifists, we had to keep a low profile.
"Of course uncle."
Sparrow sat down at the table and began to eat his breakfast, He knew he had a long day…no…a long journey ahead of him.