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Hero

Chapter 1

My name is Worren Lewis. I'm your average fifteen year-old kid, living in New York, trying to live my life. This, my friends, is the story of how my life changed one day, and ever after. But let's begin at the beginning.

My mom's name is Virginia, my dad's name is Wolf – no kidding, it really is, and I have a little sister named Whitney. I work part-time as a bus boy at my mom's restaurant, Enchanted. What's so special about me? On the surface, not much, but underneath – oh man! You think your family is weird.

My mom and dad met in fairytale land, I'm not making this up. It's real name is the 9 kingdoms, but the entire place is full of myths, legends, fairytales, fables, you name it; like Cinderella and Snow White. My sister was named after Snow White, in fact. Mom claims the heroine herself protected and guided her through the kingdoms to help save the entire world from the Evil Queen; Dad completely supports the story – hell, that's how they met. I wouldn't believe it if it weren't for the singing wedding ring Mom has, and the postcards my Grandpa Tony sends from places like Kissing Town and Beantown. But anyways, where was I?

I checked my watch and cursed; I was late for dinner. Mom hates it when I'm late for dinner, and if you get there after Dad's started eating….well, let's just say, it isn't a pretty picture. I ran as fast as I could, reached our building and bounded up the stairs. Mom was frowning at me as I burst through the door, but sighed. Apparently she had made the mistake of sending Dad to get the meat for dinner, and instead of couple packs of lamb chops, he had brought home 20 lbs worth of meat – pork, lamb, beef, you name it. I quickly washed up, apologizing that I had been held up at work, and helped finish setting the table for dinner.

Finally, after an hour of cooking, the meal was served – delicious, of course, Dad does know how to cook, I'll give him that. I guess most wolves do. Oh, yeah, I forgot that part. Dad is half man, half wolf. Mom doesn't seem to mind, and he does okay living in New York, apart from the monthly "urges." I guess that makes me part wolf, too. It can come in handy, the extra keen hearing and seeing and all; let me tell you, Pamela Travis, what she said about me in English one day…it's enough to make you howl. Ahem, sorry. We ate, everyone talking about their day –Mom had helped with Story Hour at the library, Dad had helped a new patient today, Whitney had learned about long division, the normal stuff.

After dinner, I tried to concentrate on my English assignment – write your own fable. How ironic is that? For most people this probably wouldn't be a problem, but every story I come up with, I've heard before, if not heard stories about the main characters involved. Sheesh! I brainstormed for a bit before giving up, and focusing on finishing biology homework.

"Goodnight Worren," Mom and Dad called from the doorway.

"Goodnight guys," I replied, putting away my books, and climbing into bed to read a bit before lights out. I could hear Mom and Dad next-door telling Whitney the story of Snow White for the millionth time; I guess if you're named after someone, you feel proud and want to hear their story.

I wouldn't know. Mom said I was named after Dad –the Wo part, her-the r part, and a guy named Prince Wendell –the en part. Apparently I met him when I was really young, before Mom and Dad settled for good in New York and didn't have time for "traveling," as they called it, but I don't remember. That makes me feel bad because I know that's where Grandpa Tony is, and Mom's memories of her mother, with Prince Wendell, in this far away place; but what can I say – it's silly, all of it.

What's the use in dwelling on fairy tales and dreams? They never come true; nothing exciting ever happens to normal, common folk like us Lewises.

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