Preface
It was dark and I don't remember much. The cool stone was icey against the exposed areas of my body, the moisture in the air from the recent rain left my skin clammy and my hair damp. My tiny fingers reached out in the darkness for my brothers hand as we hid in the basement from the people above. The sound had come right after dinner; we were still cleaning off the table and doing the dishes when the sound of car doors being slammed shut made its way through the walls, banging and stomping- then the guns went off. Repeated bangs like a machine gun pelted against the wall in the living room and against the front door, shouts were heard from outside. Suddenly everything changed then, as if my parents and the guards knew what was happening. Uri and I was hustled into the basement, to exit through the secret tunnel built with the house to safety. Mom and dad stayed with the rest of the guards to give us a chance.
They were the King and Queen of my people- you'd think they would have been top priorty to evaquate. I learned later they made it a decree that we would be top priorty if something were to happen. In a way I always resented them for it- when we emerged we were put into a helicopter and taken to a safe house where we stayed for a week. My people aren't called the Borage Fief for nothing, with the powers of the vampires, mages, witches, and warlocks of the military forces the terrorists were found and stood trial for treason- and for the murders of Queen Anameilia and King Jonah. My parents stayed to help us get away, so that we may continue on the royal legacy, but what could a two year old and four year old carry on from the past. But then again, like Lao Tzu says, "The journey of a thousand miles, begins with one step."