Hi guys. With the kind permission of rachel4eva7, I've been allowed to write this, the sequel to Skylox: A new beginning. If you haven't read it, please do. It's an awesome shipping story, but it's very sexual, but very romantic too. Please go and read it. Any way, I hope you like this prolouge (And that I haven't rattled on to much!).
My name is Skylar. On my 11th birthday, my birthday wish brought my father back from the dead. Well, one of my fathers. I had two. Two fathers instead of one. It's confusing, I know.
Well, people marvelled at how it happened, how I could bring someone back from the dead. People saw me as an oracle, a prophet, a witch even. I always told them it was my love that brought my second father back, but they didn't care, they just wanted me to use my alleged "powers" to revive their lost ones, but I couldn't.
By the time I was 12, I had had enough with all this nonsense, so I told my second father about it all, and he told me he would put a stop to it. My second dad is the leader of the former Sky Army. If anyone could put a stop to the nonsense, he could.
I remember the faces of people when my second father was first seen in public after his resurrection. There was horror, there was hope, there was all kind of things. My second father's death had led to the disbandment the Sky Army, his army who were at war with the mob that is the Squid.
This worried many people; with Sky gone (my second father) and Deadlox too (my first father), who knows what the Squids would do. Fortunately though, it turns out that the Squids only ever wanted to kill Sky. Now he was dead, the strange water creatures could return to their regular activities, such as derping around. So the Sky and Squid Armies disbanded, and Minecraftia returned to peace.
The next seven years of my life were actually quite peaceful. I was a bit worried at first about starting High School. I was scared that people would find it weird that I had two fathers, but that never happened. I breezed through school.
That brings me to my 18th birthday, a year ago. It seems like only yesterday. I had a big party with all my friends and it was awesome! There was crisps and chocolate and a disco! I will never forget that night. Thinking about that party reminds me of my 11th birthday and my wish.
We had a cake with candles at my 18th birthday too just for fun. I remember blowing my candles out and my friends telling me to make a wish. But I couldn't think of anything; it was then and there when I felt things couldn't get any better. So what if my second father had been missing for 10 years of my life? My two parents were back together and everything was going to be OK. Better then OK. Better then that!
One year later, I was old enough to leave home and set off on my own journey around Minecraftia. I remember my second dad telling me he was 19 when he left home, my first father too. I remember the 7th of March, the day I left home. I remember the amount of time I spent waving back to my home and my two fathers as I walked off into the distance. I remember the tear in my eye as I left the place where I grew up.
I remember the first night alone, lying exhausted on a hill side, watching the stars float through the Sky. Eight years and here I was. Eight years ago I wished on my birthday to meet my second father, eight years later, I'm lying on a hillside and looking back over my life and thinking about how crazy it really was.