Hi, I'm Jonathan!

This story is dedicated to my two best-friends, Britt and Ben(HarvestBoy and HarvestGirl).

You guys are the best! Also, check out their stories, they're great!

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Alexander and Sarah Tribal

Sun streamed in from the window and onto the sleeping form of a boy. A boy who had yet to reach manhood but, was also far from a child. As the sun beamed across the face of Alexander Tribal, the teenager of about nineteen rolled over and pulled the covers over his head trying to go back to sleep but failing miserably.

Finally accepting defeat Alexander peeled the covers back and sat up and stepped onto the bare stone floor, shivering at how cold it was. Yawning, he stood up and walked over to the dresser and pulled a drawer open. For a minute there he stood, staring aimlessly out into space.

Suddenly he jumped jolting back to reality. He looked into the drawer and pulled a white shirt out of it and closed it back. He threw the shirt onto his bed and opened up another drawer and pulled out a pair of black pants and threw them onto the bed next the shirt.

He grabbed his boots and walked over to the bed and set them down and grabbed the shirt and pulled it over his head. Then he reached for the pants and hastily pulled them on, then sat on the bed and pulled his boots on. "I wonder where Azelma is,", he said thinking aloud, referring to his servant. As he sat there on the edge of his bed thinking his tail swished back and forth for a few seconds before falling onto the bed motionless. Alexander stood up and walked out of the room grabbing his jacket on the way and putting it on, on the way out the door.

Now, Alexander wasn't you everyday run-of-the-mill genome, yes, he had a tail like his father, Zidane but, he could also summon eidolions like his mother, Garnet. He was also the prince and heir to the throne of Alexandria. Although he wasn't the only genome/summoner child who was the heir to the throne, there is but one more...

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The sun glistened through the window and fell on a pretty, petite young woman by the name of Sarah Tribal. Young Sarah was about fifteen and she was also the heir to the throne, should Alexander not be appointed king. Sarah was already up and dressed her bed made neatly and wrinkle free with such tight corners that if a gil were to be dropped into the middle of it, it would bounce halfway to the ceiling before coming back down. That's how everything was in her room, clothes folded neatly and put into the drawers, books stacked neatly on the corner of her desk. Everything was shipshape.

Sarah sat at her desk reading the book "I Want to be Your Canary" which was based off of the play. Sarah has loved that book ever since she was a young child, she used to get her father to read her the story ever night before going to bed. Sarah rand a hand through her brown and blond hair, and as she sat there she had no clue that someone was watching her, that someone was also watching her brother, someone with murderous means.

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That's it... for now! Please review, I hoped you liked it. If so, this is for you: I have no clue when the next chapter will be out but, I'll try to get it out ASAP. Thanks for reading. Hello HB & HG. Ya'll are the coolest, Thanks for being the first to read my story!

--Jonathan