Welcome to Fire Vs. Ice! I don't think I would ever say that! Hero In
Training was a pain in the neck. But I did a lot more planning on this one
and I'm not playing it by ear anymore.
So why am I holding you up!
Disclaimer: I only own Car'khl, um...Lime Green...Layla and Peter....and a couple of other people.
Make sure you read the next chapter because I posted double to get the story started.
P.S. You might not understand this chapter but it will be explained later.
PROLOUGE
Layla sat back in the hospital bed and sighed. Why wouldn't this baby come out? It had been two days of long, hard pushing and still nothing. Ann had had her child in three hours!
Speak of the devil, Layla thought as Ann walked through the doors. She was a bit older then Layla, maybe by twenty years, and stood at four and a half feet. Her and her husband Ryel (Rye-ill) were both rather tall and so was there son.
"Hello Ann." Layla greeted her and sat up.
Ann grinned. "Everything coming okay?"
Layla nodded. "Yes. But if it would only come out!"
Ann's grin got wider. "It'll come out in time. Just be patient. Relax..."
Layla sat back and took a deep breath. "You were lucky."
"No, I was just to the tips of my ears with magic! And all of my family has kids quick."
Ann pulled up a chair beside the bed. "So what will you name it?"
Layla thought. "Maybe Claire after my mother. Or Mercy if it's a boy. Or maybe Ho--."
But she never finished her sentence. For then she had a contraction that would make her a mother.
THE LOBBY
Ryel sat by his son in the waiting room of the hospital. Peter, Layla's husband sat across from him.
"So, this is your son?' Peter asked. "Will he be in Retrievel like us or Recon?''
Ryel shook his head. "I don't know. I will probably put him in a part time job."
Ryel's son rolled his eyes. He was barely fourteen, very young for a fairy, and his father was already planning his future. And he really wanted to be in Retrieval. Maybe get a nickname.......
"Father," he said. "What about considering what I want?"
Ryel seemed caught off guard by the question. "Well....um...what DO you want?"
"I want to be in Retrieval."
Ryel chuckled. "You must have much experience to be in LEPRetrieval. It's a dangerous job."
His son was not convinced. "I don't care. I'm going to be in Retrieval."
Ryel's smile dropped a notch. "But the academy fees....and uniforms..."
"We live in a mansion. I think we could afford it." On his son's face was a serious scowl.
"I will consider it. But don't keep your hopes up." Ryel replied firmly.
"Well," Peter said. "I wonder how Layla is."
Ann came rushing out of the labor room. "It's a girl!" she cried.
The three rushed into the room and a small elf wrapped in a blanket was in Layla's arms.
"What's her name?" Ann's son asked.
"Holly." Layla replied. "Holly Layla Short."(A/N Her middle initial is L! So is mine...)
A doctor poked and prodded little Holly. Until he came across her left ankle. On it was a birth mark, but unlike any other. The mark was in the shape of a tiny flame.....
"Mr. And Mrs. Short." The doctor said. "May I see your ankles?"
They did so. And on Peter's left ankle was the same exact mark......
Ann recognized it. "Hephaestus's mark." She whispered.
Eighty-two years later, Holly Layla Short woke up screaming in her bed.
A/N Hey, a nice touch at the end. But I will consider this Chapter 1 either though it is the prolouge and call the next one chapter 2.
Can you figure out who Ryal and Ann and their son are? I'm sure you already know who Peter in Layla are....
ONWARD!
So why am I holding you up!
Disclaimer: I only own Car'khl, um...Lime Green...Layla and Peter....and a couple of other people.
Make sure you read the next chapter because I posted double to get the story started.
P.S. You might not understand this chapter but it will be explained later.
PROLOUGE
Layla sat back in the hospital bed and sighed. Why wouldn't this baby come out? It had been two days of long, hard pushing and still nothing. Ann had had her child in three hours!
Speak of the devil, Layla thought as Ann walked through the doors. She was a bit older then Layla, maybe by twenty years, and stood at four and a half feet. Her and her husband Ryel (Rye-ill) were both rather tall and so was there son.
"Hello Ann." Layla greeted her and sat up.
Ann grinned. "Everything coming okay?"
Layla nodded. "Yes. But if it would only come out!"
Ann's grin got wider. "It'll come out in time. Just be patient. Relax..."
Layla sat back and took a deep breath. "You were lucky."
"No, I was just to the tips of my ears with magic! And all of my family has kids quick."
Ann pulled up a chair beside the bed. "So what will you name it?"
Layla thought. "Maybe Claire after my mother. Or Mercy if it's a boy. Or maybe Ho--."
But she never finished her sentence. For then she had a contraction that would make her a mother.
THE LOBBY
Ryel sat by his son in the waiting room of the hospital. Peter, Layla's husband sat across from him.
"So, this is your son?' Peter asked. "Will he be in Retrievel like us or Recon?''
Ryel shook his head. "I don't know. I will probably put him in a part time job."
Ryel's son rolled his eyes. He was barely fourteen, very young for a fairy, and his father was already planning his future. And he really wanted to be in Retrieval. Maybe get a nickname.......
"Father," he said. "What about considering what I want?"
Ryel seemed caught off guard by the question. "Well....um...what DO you want?"
"I want to be in Retrieval."
Ryel chuckled. "You must have much experience to be in LEPRetrieval. It's a dangerous job."
His son was not convinced. "I don't care. I'm going to be in Retrieval."
Ryel's smile dropped a notch. "But the academy fees....and uniforms..."
"We live in a mansion. I think we could afford it." On his son's face was a serious scowl.
"I will consider it. But don't keep your hopes up." Ryel replied firmly.
"Well," Peter said. "I wonder how Layla is."
Ann came rushing out of the labor room. "It's a girl!" she cried.
The three rushed into the room and a small elf wrapped in a blanket was in Layla's arms.
"What's her name?" Ann's son asked.
"Holly." Layla replied. "Holly Layla Short."(A/N Her middle initial is L! So is mine...)
A doctor poked and prodded little Holly. Until he came across her left ankle. On it was a birth mark, but unlike any other. The mark was in the shape of a tiny flame.....
"Mr. And Mrs. Short." The doctor said. "May I see your ankles?"
They did so. And on Peter's left ankle was the same exact mark......
Ann recognized it. "Hephaestus's mark." She whispered.
Eighty-two years later, Holly Layla Short woke up screaming in her bed.
A/N Hey, a nice touch at the end. But I will consider this Chapter 1 either though it is the prolouge and call the next one chapter 2.
Can you figure out who Ryal and Ann and their son are? I'm sure you already know who Peter in Layla are....
ONWARD!