Mysteries Re-Write: Prologue, Homo-Avian Child

I never knew who my father was. Mom never talks about him. The most I have from him, I guess, are my eyes. Black with gold flecks. Mostly I looked like Mom. My wings were a slightly darker hue of hers, my hair was the same golden brown that darkened in the winter.

Yeah. Wings. Apparently I'm a Homo-Avian. Bird person. Mom is. I think my father was too. We have an extra set of limbs—our wings—but other than that, we look the same. Our vision, hearing, and smelling are more powerful than humans. Mom says we're 98% human; she and my father were genetically experimented on when they were embryos. There were others too. Lots of others. She doesn't talk about them either.

I tried Googling them once. Nothing came up. Later I found out that a few months after I hatched (yep. Hatched) all files and reports on Mom and her past were deleted, for national security or some bullshit like that.

Mom works for the government now. I don't exactly know what she does, simply that she's gone for long periods at a time and can't always tell me where she's going.

I'm privately tutored. I don't have any friends. I did once. Her name was Cheyanne. She moved across the country last year. I think the government moved her, to keep her away. Away from us. From me.

I probably shouldn't be writing this, but I am. If you're reading this, I just want to say:

Hello. I'm Jaze Ride, and this is my life.

The next chapter will be longer. Review, por favor? :)