Chapter 1- Scarred
I have searched, but I don't know if I'll find her. But I'm not sure if I even want to find her. It was a hard choice, but I had to make it. I need to know why. Besides my search, my love grows more each day. I want to admit my love to her, but I am afraid she won't love me back. She holds it in so well, but I have known her too long. I know some of her thoughts. MJM
"Never!" cried the woman. "Leave them alone! They are no threat!" "Silence, worthless woman! They are a threat to our existence! They will be destroyed!" The woman glared at the man, the one whom she hated above all reason. Her long blonde hair lay rumbled down her poor underfed body. "Norkander, we won't gain anything! Just leave them, please!" Norkander spat on the floor, cursing. This woman will not give up! He waved his hand carelessly, trying to wave away a stench of rotting fruit. Norkanders' green eyes flashed his frustration, his own blonde-brown hair waving calmly over his head. His high cheekbones made his handsome appearance, if possible, even more desirable. He may have been thirty, but his looks said other wise. The pair were in a rough, square room, with no windows and the walls were made of solid stone.
"I will kill them Kelo, so do question me," Norkander hissed. "If you ruin this, I will add you to my list as well!" Kelo gave a frightened look, than gave a shaky laugh. "You wouldn't kill me, Norkander! You wouldn't and you know why!" "Hush! Do you hear? It is the wind of change. There is nothing I won' t do, I thought Miranda Doyle proved you that." Kelo sat up, and put her face in her hands. "You promised me. My aunt did nothing to deserve what she got!" Norkander replied hatefully; "She betrayed you! I paid her back! And you do not thank me, as you should! Miranda is no longer a burden on our shoulders." Kelo jumped. "Burden? Burden! She was my aunt! How dare you! I would've ignored her instead of punishing her! Norkander, how could you?" Kelo gave into the sadness that overcame her heart. Sobbing as if the world had come to an end, she said tearfully; "I thought I could love you!" Norkander recoiled, hit by an invisible blow. "Love me?" he said astounded, "You couldn't!" Kelo smoothed her hair down and sniffed. "There is nothing I won't do!"
Norkander's look of surprise turned to anger. "You dare defy my law and judgment? After I took you in, after solemnly swearing you would help me? I can't believe you!" He strode over to Kelo and grabbed her roughly by the hair. "I can't believe you!" Norkander pulled her up, still by the hair. He dragged her over to the stonewall, and his anger grew higher. "I hate you!" Norkander slammed Kelo unmercifully into the wall. Kelo dazedly looked at Norkander. "Norkander!" she croaked, "No!" Norkander slammed her into the wall repeatedly, blood beginning to roll down her face. In joyful abandon, Norkander left Kelo unconscious pleased at what he had done. "She deserved what she got," he thought as he ripped off her clothes. "But she might appreciate me more later."
Mandy Gwynne was a secretive girl who had a twin sister. Erica seemed to be the only one she could talk to about anything. Erica may be only a few seconds younger, but that didn't matter to them. They were thirteen. They both had long brown hair and deep blue eyes. One riddle of the twins was that they had been born with coloured streaks in their hair. Mandy's was red, while Erica's was blue.
The thing Mandy so desperately tried to hide from her self was haunting her, and she knew it would haunt her entire life. She was scarred for life. Forever. Erica and Mandy had a silent agreement not to ever talk about it again.
Mandy and Erica had strange markings on their left arms. It consisted of two black rings. Inside Mandy's rings there was fire blazing, and it moved non-stop. She secretly loved to watch the colours move and dance.
Erica's were waves that moved around her arm, sometimes changing direction. The girls had no memory of how they had gotten them, or when.
Their mother never talked or made any mention of the markings when she was near the twins, but whenever she could, she was researching.
Eleven other children had been found with strange markings, and their hair had streaks in it, but had been born with them. "It makes no sense!" she cried, one time while thinking it over. "It's just not fair!"
All she could remember herself was Mandy and Erica running into her room one night, crying. They didn't know why. They were only six years old, and after an examination, she had found the markings, burnt into their flesh.
Mandy had known Milo Magnan all her life. They had been born in the same ward, on the same day, in the same hour. Mandy was the eldest by two seconds, then Milo, then Erica. The threesome were best friends, and Milo didn't care when he got teased for hanging out with girls.
Milo had blonde-brown hair and green eyes. Erica often teased him for his looks, but he just shrugged it off. He lived alone with his grandfather Norlan. Milo had never met his father Norkander, and hadn't seen his mother, his step dad and his stepbrother since he was five. His grandfather's explanation satisfied Milo, though it didn't help the hurt he so desperately tried to hide. His mother and step dad had hated Milo, always considering him a burden, so they gave him to his father's father, and left the county. Milo felt that Grandfather Norlan was hiding something, but he did not ask any questions.
"What school? Maxwell I rather liked, but Opiol has better classrooms," said Cindy. Mandy sighed. "I vote Maxwell. What do you think Erica?" Erica put down her glass of orange juice and nodded. "Maxwell, of course. Besides, Milo's going there too!" Cindy sniffed dismissively. "You can't just go because Milo's going! You can make your own decisions!"
Mandy made to argue, but a voice stopped her. "She is right, you know. But I thank you all the same." The voice spoke in thought speak, a language that Mandy, Erica and Milo had learnt from Grandfather Norlan.
Erica gave a slight smile, but Cindy didn't notice. "Good to see that the man of the moment has arrived," commented Erica silently. "Come on in." The sounds of a door opening reached Mandy's ears, and a boy of thirteen walked in. "Hey, Milo," Mandy and Erica said simultaneously. Milo nodded looking at Cindy.
Mandy and Erica's parents had gone into hiding, and had been transferred into Cindy's care. Cindy moved into their parent's room, Mandy and Erica tried not to complain. They had been told that their parents would return when it is safe.
The pain was there, but it lessened when Milo was with them. He alone could understand their pain.
"Uh, Maxwell it is," Mandy said breaking the silence. Cindy nodded and left the kitchen. "Er, Mandy?" Milo said nervously. "Can I talk to you?" Erica choked on her juice. She stared at Milo, obviously talking privately to him. Milo gave a slight nod, and then reddened. Mandy hid her annoyance. What the hell was going on? What were they talking about? "Is anybody gonna talk to me!" Mandy said loudly. Milo jumped and looked almost ashamed of himself. "Yes. C'mon," he muttered. He led her into the back yard and into the tree house they had built the previous summer. "Milo, what-?" "No, I should explain." Explain what?
"Milo, you know you can talk to me." "I know I can, it's just-I'm not sure." "Of what?" "What you'll say." "Milo, you're my best friend. I'll understand."
(A/N)
(Imogen) This fic is actually written by one of my best friends, Rachael, who cant access so she is giving it to me to edit and put on the site.
(Rachael) I was inspired by …um…Wicca, Earths Children and the Da Vinci Code. This story is good, and long…And I can't tell you too much. Milo has an encounter with his father…BUT WHO IS HE? He is searching for his mother. BUT WHO IS SHE AND WHY DID SHE LEAVE? Stay tuned! ( I just had to add that!)…
(Imogen) O.K. Hope you enjoy it… I will hopefully be writing a Fic of my own soon, as I only just joined! Um… by the way we are both 13… so please go easy! If you want, you can flame, it only makes it better!
(Both) See Ya!