-1Zephyr Blitz was easily labeled as "different." She was a little smallish for her age, lean muscled and made for running. She was skinny, but not model skinny. Healthy skinny. Her skin was pale not because she never saw sunlight but because she was Irish, and Irish people are pale. Her hair also looked Irish; it was red. Not an orange, curly red, but a long straight, deep red, so dark it looked almost like dried blood.

Her most interesting feature, as with many people, were her eyes. They were gray, not a dark, somber gray, but a very pale hue. In short, she was wall-eyed. However, it was not the color that made her eyes striking. It was the way she saw things with those eyes that made them so repelling and attractive at the same time. Sometimes they flickered from place to place like a moving candle, taking in everything with great accuracy and understanding. Other times they would stare steadily into someone, not at someone and not through them, but into them.

Zephyr had an interesting heritage. She was a fourth German, a fourth Greek, and half Irish. The German and Greek came from a man named Jack Blitz, and her Irish blood stemmed from her Irish-born mother, Alill Rankin. Being Irish she spoke Gaelic, and when she eventually learned English and then French, the accents were strangely harmonious.

When Zephyr is described internally, meaning her behavior, the perfect word is "tomboy." There exists not one childhood picture of her wearing a skirt or dress; her wardrobe of choice was a pair of guys' cargo pants - never shorts- and an undecorated t-shirt, usually a dark gray, completed by a hooded sweatshirt and a pair of running shoes. Even her voice was a tad boyish, giving the impression of husky wind chimes in the silence before a rainstorm or a battle.

There was something else…maybe something about a fire in her eyes or the way she was always on the alert, or the way she was confident in her stride yet ready to dash anywhere at any time that compelled people to laugh and say, "Oh, her? She's not normal!" Not by a long shot was Zephyr Blitz normal.

Odd Della Robbia was also far from society's unwritten standards of "normal." He was skinny and hyper, for one, when other boys were quiet and brooding. Odd also did not give a flip of what others expected of him, and it showed in the way he wore purple and yellow, and in the way he splashed purple gel unceremoniously through his messy, unkempt spiky hair every morning without fail. His face was kind, almost always plastered with a grin, particularly when his latest prank had just scored pay dirt. It, his face, I mean, was broad and boyish and innocent. He wasn't pale or deeply tanned, but he had a healthy sort of glow about him. His amber eyes were alight with a passion for joy, for hearing and creating laughter and smiles, a passion for childhood, for reckless abandon.

Odd had pure, clean bloodlines. His facial bone structure was Norweigian, that and his first name were rooted in his full-blooded mother, Bera. His last name spoke the other half of his bloodlines, clearly Italian. Odd had been born and raised in Italy, giving his voice an Italian ring that no other language can present.

Odd was, well, Odd. He skimped on his grades though his parents continually stressed their importance, and instead focused on dangerous things, such as pranks on Jim, the school groundskeeper. His most risky games were pranking the school diva and keeping a dog in his bottom dresser drawer, which was of course against school rules.

Odd had a look about him though, almost a yearning to understand and to be understood. He was curious and wonderfully reckless at the same time, and he was also kind, and his jokes were cracked mostly to keep his comrades in high spirits. Odd was always, "Friends first, me later."

That is what caused people to pick him out and say to strangers, "They didn't name him 'Odd'for nothing."

And out of these two people, this boy and this girl, rose and adventure, rose a story, but most of all emerged a friendship, forged by fate and tested by it. It all began when a pale Irish girl ran into a hyper amber-eyed boy.

Ok…there's sort of an introduction for you guys. My first story so no flames, please. This story does NOT have Lyoko in it, but it does have Aelita. I do not own "Code: LYOKO." This will have a plot and it will get better…no worries!