Light of Joy is a very unusual individual. She's a human born into a family of Souls, and when her mother gave birth to her something happened that caused her body to be unsuitable as a host. Since her father was the President of the Souls, they had the option of keeping Joy as a human. Joy grows up amongst the aliens and finds that she never completely fits in. She's different and continuously wonders if there are other humans out in the world that would understand her. When she turns 18, she finally grows tired of living as an outsider, and decides to leave her home in search for other humans. When she comes across the human society in the desert, 22 year old Jamie saves her. What will happen once she finds the humans? Will they accept her once they learn her history? Will she finally find the love and acceptance she has been looking for? Will the souls stop at nothing to find her? Find out in my story Welcome to the New Age

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I do NOT own The Host. Please insert all other disclaimer stuff here.

This is my second fanfic and I should probably be concentrating on my first but OH WELL!

I posted a chapter earlier but didn't like it for the beginning so I tried again.

Anywayyyy I just loved the Host and the idea popped into my head. Please enjoy and I really hope you like it!

Prologue

A blinding white light fills my vision as a rough pair of hands force my eyes open. My head rests on a rock as my body lies on dust and cracked Earth. This is the position I thought I was going to die in. The white light must be the path to my end.

"She's not one of them."

I believe its a male's voice who said these words. I can barely tell; it's as if I'm in a dream coated with haze.

"So she's human?"

Human? It's the word I have been classified as my whole life. It's the label given to me sense birth, but it all seems irrelevant now. I may be the last human on this planet, and I wasted this miracle by dying in the stupid desert. Wasted my life for a fairy tale of other humans in hiding. I gave up everything! My mom and dad who gave up so much to let me live, my home in Washington DC, my social status, the fancy Presidential parties, my whole life.

I feel as if I might cry, but my body has been dried up long before now. Flashes of the past 24 hours travel through my head. The hot sun beating down on me stealing away my last fragments of life. The dust covering every inch of my skin as I fall repeatedly towards the ground. The burning pain that rushed through my hands and knees when I touch the scorching Earth as I struggle to get back to my feet. The last few drops of water slowly cascading down my throat in desperate attempt to rid the horrifying thirst. The last sense of hope escaping my mind. And of course the final fall where I was too weak to continue fighting. The acceptance that I am going to die alone.

"We have to give her water then!"

Water! My throat aches as I imagine the cool liquid traveling down my throat. Hope flashes through me. Maybe I won't die after all! These souls will save me!

"Jamie wait stop!"

This time the haze reveals a female voice. The tone seems so harsh compared to the ones I'm used to.

"I recognize this face. We have to be careful"

"She's human Melanie! We have to save her!"

I feel a hand burrow beneath my hair. It lifts me up so my head is titled. The sudden movement causes my brain to cry out in pain. I desperately want to scream out for them to stop moving me, but my voice seems to be nonexistent.

"Jamie we must listen to Mel before we jump to conclusions."

"If Wanda and Ian were here right now, they would agree with me."

These are very weird Souls. I think they might be arguing, but that's impossible. They must be some intense seekers.

"Jamie I swear I have seen that face before. I don't know if we can trust her... We have to think about what to do."

"We should save her!"

Save me… The grip on my head pulls me higher, and I am suddenly up against a soft cotton wall. He smells like soap and fresh bread.

"They will come looking for her! They might not give up; she might be too important. We will put everyone in the caves at risk. I can't do that to them, to you! The best decision might be to leave her and have them discover her body."

"When Jeb saved you, you put all of us in danger. We didn't know if you would report us to the seekers, but look what happened. You came back to us and we even got Wanda! If we didn't save you, our entire society would be a whole lot worse! We might have all been captured by now trying to get supplies. I probably would have died from infection! She could help us."

The silence that follows is eerie. I begin to think that I actually did die… that the voices were a dream to allow me a brief bit of hope before I actually perished.

"Jamie if we allow her to live, she's your responsibility. You have to make sure she isn't a threat."

A threat? That's what everyone thinks of me as. A threat to their way of life. I will always be different.

"I will."

Just then the hands open my mouth to allow cold water to travel in. I gulp and gasp in relief as it cools my cracked lips and dry throat. I continue to drink until the last drops drip into my desperate mouth. Everything freezes as the water journeys through my body rehydrating me. A small glimpse of strength flashes through me and I am able to lift my body off of the ground. I hear shuffling as the people around me jump away, but the one that helped me stays near.

I prepare myself to open my eyes, but they seem to be glued together. I lift my hands to them and rub. I allow my brain to find the senses to open them again.

The darkness vanishes as I reveal them to my surroundings. It's dusk and the pinks and oranges light up the world around us. Slowly I turn to gaze at my savior. His short black hair is swept up messily to keep it away from his face. It seems to stick out in all different directions as if it hasn't been brushed in a while. I see the tiny freckles that dot his nose, and a smile that seems to fill my own heart with joy. He has a defined jaw, and even though he's lean, his muscles show that he works hard. He's squatting next to me, but I can already tell he's tall. Taller than the average male anyway. He helps me to my feet by easily lifting me up.

Quickly realization crosses his face, and he bends down to pick up the flashlight. He clicks it on and holds it up to his eyes.

I nearly faint at the sight, and my mouth drops in disbelief. My heart seems to stop. There's no silver, no metallic shinning back at me. I have to be dreaming; now that I have found them, they seem even more unrealistic.

"Don't worry. We're human too."

Please Please Please! Let me know what you think of the idea! What do you think so far? Does it have real potential? I know it's only the prologue but be honest, does this story have a chance? Do you think I have something great going?

If not let me know because then I'll just focus on my other story. I had an idea and I thought i might as well roll with it and give it a chance! I'm also open to critique/suggestions if you have any. I can handle it.

Review, Fav, Follow! Do whatever! Just please give me insight!

Sorry for that... I sounded a little whiney... but again insight... that would be awesome!

THANKS for reading! Again hope you loved it! :)

Happy creativity and reading everyone!