Chapter 2
Wasteland
"Daddy, Daddy!" yelled a little girl who was about five, running up to a hut near a little water oasis that was surrounded by lot's of palm trees. The girl was wearing a turban, which had two holes in the back, sandals, and some very dark sunglasses. A man came out from around the hut and looked at the sky twenty minuets until darkness. That girl's going to have another lecture tonight. "Daddy there's a boy, there's a boy near mommies grave, and he has wings, he has wings!" the little girl yelled to her father, as she said this, the man dropped the wood and ran toward his daughter.
"Bring the wood in and I'll get the boy and don't forget to do the rest of your chores nineteen minuets." The father yelled to his daughter as he run past her. When is she going to learn to finish her chores before she goes off?
"God she's just like you Alisa." The man whispered. The man ran to his wife's grave and only when he was a few feet away did he see the boy his daughter was talking about. He looked like the rest of them, a set of wings and burnt skin. The boy had to be around 15-16 old enough for the 'test'.
"I guess I should bring him home. The heartless will make scrap food out of him." Therefore, he picked him up and brought him home.
"Daddy when is he going to wake up?" the girl asked her father who was whipping sweat off the boy's head. The boy was a lot different from the rest. They had colorful wings purple, orange, red, green any color you could think of. His own daughter had pink, but the boy he had one silver and one black different from all the rest for none of them had silver wings and no one had two different colored wings and the child had tan skin not the usual burnt brown.
"I don't know when he'll get up sweetie we'll just have to wait."
"I hate waiting!" whined the little girl.
"I know sweetie, I know." He said sitting up and looking at the child more closely. His face was coved in scars but only minor ones nothing to take away from the beauty of his face, and now that he looked his whole body was covered in them and they all looked magically repaired. The man was a doctor so he knew magically repaired injuries from injuries that weren't. Personally, he didn't like the thought of magic being used on people. Doing any thing else was fine as long as it wasn't on a person. Yet he knew how to define strong magic from weak magic even if it was cast over a year ago. The magic used on this boy was strong one good mage did this healing but he couldn't tell if the boy was the mage or if it was someone else. Not that it was any of his business anyways but that didn't keep him from being curious, from the scares on his body to the burn on his hand. Which was also an interesting characteristic the man couldn't quiet place it but it looked like it was the hilt of a sword burnt in to his skin. "But what kind of sword could be that hot?" the man said aloud.
"What?" he forgot his daughter was right there.
"Oh nothing," the man said shrugging "Just thinking."
"Well this is boring," said the girl yawning, "I'm going to bed night daddy!' she said giving him a hug.
"Night sweetie, see you tomorrow." He said hugging her back.
"That's a promise," the girl said from the door, "Oh and daddy, don't think too much you'll hurt your brain."
"Ha now go to bed I'll keep an eye on our guest here." The man said giving his daughter an evil but playful stare.
"Yes papa, see you," she said leaving the room.
