the children of the named

by jembo

this is set about 30 years on from the action of the key. the kids have grown up and its their kids who are doing the talking. dunno whats going to happen next though. RR plese

1. Chapter 1

hello this is my first post so forgive me if it isn't that good and i haven't quite grasped how to work this thing

so from what i've got from other posts i have to say no i do not own guardians of time or anything Marianne Curley has written or will write

Luke

It's the bells that wake me. The tinkling of the wind chimes hanging in the window. I open my eyes and slowly roll over and look at my alarm clock on the bedside table. Its 06:30. I relax and lie back on the pillow and think of the madness that is my life. My parents look 18 but my mum is her forties while my dad is 600. There going to live for a very long time. As in really long. Me too probably if it's my second gift. But not as long as my friend. He's immortal and is probably going to live forever. And his parents too. And my other friend: Abbie. She's got special powers, me as well and my cousin frank is learning but he's already developed a few. And are parents have them too. It's really cool/freaky – well so other people think. But you just get used to it when you live in it. Sometimes it can even be annoying. Trust me it isn't easy having a dad that can read your mind.

I decide to nip downstairs for early breakfast. As I pass mum and dads room and peek in to see them in each others arms. The two of them are destined to stay together for the rest of their lives. I don't really understand how it works; they said it's something to do with soul-mates. I guess it means the two of them are perfect for each other: I've read up on it a bit. I sneak downstairs and sidle in the kitchen I pick up a bowl and spoon and sit down at the table. I take a second to compose myself and hold my hand over the bowl. Cherries spill out from under my finger and fall in a small shower into the bowl. A few ping out over the side but the majority land in the bowl. Then I make a tunnel out of my fist, and blow down the end. Milk pours out the other end and splash out into the bowl. I slightly over do it and the milk overflows. I place a finger onto the puddle which gets smaller and smaller until it disappears. Sitting their munching my breakfast I get the sudden urge to call frank. I reach for the phone at the middle of the table. As I dial the number I wonder if anything interesting will happen today.

this is a bit short but you know how it is