The cold street was illuminated dimly by a fading streetlight and a mysterious figure leaving his two most valuable treasures in a cardboard box. His son that was destend for great things and the heirloom that will help him when the time is right. The figure heard a noise and dashed away only a short distance then looked back. A single tear fell from his eye before he took off agin.
A beggar rummaging through the trash hears a crying in the distance and searches for were the sounds coming from. He looked in the cardboard box. Picked the child up and cradled the infant in his arms. And walked to the police station.
A couple looking for a child to raise as there own find the child of there dreams. Take him home and care for him.
A lost child
A destend soul
The one with the power of light
rrrrrriiiiiiiiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnnnnnnggggggggg! the bell rang loudly and woke Alex up. Thank God school is over. He picked up his bag and left the room. What taking them so long? "finally you two show up. What took so long?"
"Roxas was bad mouthing the teacher so he had him stay after to talk to him."
"Yeah and you and Mary-Beth were just making polite conversation Naminè."
O'brother he comes another argument. "Hey lets get home so that we don't get into trouble. Remember what happen last time?"
"No." they both said.
"Lets just say that we had to clean the litter box of Miss. Doughfire's cat. THAT WAS SICK!" That was the worst punishment that his parents put him through.
"Lets get going home. I still have nightmare over that." Replied Naminè.
"Well I can't look a cat the same." Said Roxas.
"I still soak my hands in soapy water and still don't fill clean." Said Alex. "Let's get going." And then they took of home.
