The Children of the Century
Prologue #1 – The Beginning of the End
Picture this…it's 1944. It has been about 4 years since we were first affected by World War II. Interestingly enough, we weren't Jewish, and we weren't different from what the Nazi's wanted the population to be. In fact, most of us had the characteristics of the Aryan Race: Blond Hair, blue eyes, and so on. Never the less, we were still affected by the Nazis. There was one thing about us, though. We were all orphans. Somehow, we had all ended up in the same orphanage, about 20 miles from the worst death camp in Poland, Auschwitz. But you should know us first, before I really start this story. I'm Jay, and I lived in Berlin all my life, until one day, a bomb came down on my apartment building, and I was one of the few survivors left. I was sent here at the age of 9 in 1940, and my optimistic attitude has somehow managed to keep me from falling into depression. My best friend, Calvin, came from the same building, at the same time, at the same age, but is always looking for the worst in things….gosh I hate that about him. Then there's Parker, who is the same age as us, who came from Western Germany. Her story was never told. She refuses to share with us, no matter how much we ask. Then there's…Greg, a 14 year old who is constantly driving us all crazy! He never stops talking, and worst of all, he is obsessed with bullying us until we want to pull our ears out…! Lastly, there's Leila, a 6 year old from France. She came here just a few weeks ago, and we don't know much about her. So now you know us, but, just for the record, we're no normal kids. We have a characteristic that we all share that nobody can ever take from us. We're immortal. We can never die. You can thank the Nazi's for that one.