New Beginnings
Chapter 1: The Children
The night was cold when the war of the spirits, and those who were pure began. A few had decided to send their children to the Earth to live a life of peace, compared to the magic war that was going on. All of them barely one year old would eventually become... Oh, right that doesn't matter yet. Anyway on this night three figures climbed into three colonies of the Earth's possession. The first, was a womanly type with long hair and quick, elegant steps. The basket in her arms held a small, sleeping infant. The woman looked at the building she stood before, the home of Dr. James. The child yawned, (More of a coo.) and rolled over revealing a small, delicate, feathered wing. She took one last look at her little cherub before laying the basket on the step, stroked his wings to leave two slender scars down his back, and turning back towards the street from what she had come from. However, she sprouted two wings herself, and flew away after whispering, "Good- bye Micheal, my son."
The second descended into an alley in a fiery ball of flame, his movements where clumsy and did not look at all planned out. He too held a basket, however all that could be seen was a bundle of blankets. The man himself was dressed as though ready for a blizzard. Small peeping eyes of Solo the street urchin looked at the basket for the temperature controls were malfunctioning again making it cold throughout the colony. He thought about how warm he would be with those blankets to keep him warm. The man had long soft flowing hair, and brown eyes, and shivered despite his clothing. Setting down the basket he left the same as he had come. Solo went over to the basket and started to unwrap the bundle of blankets, only to awaken the sleeping infant inside who wailed upon being stirred from slumber.
The final and last figure hopped from tree to tree, walked across phone, and cloths lines in order to get where he wanted. The night air rustled his deep, red hair, as dark green eyes searched his path. He moved quickly and lightly over the branches each one taking only a second, before moving on. Then he seemed to have reached the area he was looking for and stopped outside a military training camp. Then he sat his bundle, a small sapling on the branch and sprinkled it with what looked like dust. The branch no longer held the sapling but a wood basket with a sleeping babe nestled in the blankets of green. This man kissed the child once before going back through the trees. In the morning Lt. Foff came outside to have his usual smoke only to hear the cries from up the tree. After retrieving the squirming child the Lt. remarked, "You might make a pretty good soldier someday."
He didn't know how right he was....
End Chapter 1