Prologue
“We have come to a decision.”
A dramatic pause hung in the air.
“We hereby declare that Shifters, will be banished from Planet Earth.”
Shouts of anger rose from the crowd. I looked up at my Mom, who was crying softly. My Dad put his arm around her, and gathered my brother and I closer to him.
“It’s alright everyone. We’re going to be fine,” he spoke in a hushed tone.
My twin brother looked at me, as if asking, ‘What’s happening?’ I rested my head on Mom’s hip, and stared at her with bright, cheerful eyes.
“Mommy, why are you crying?” I asked, grabbing her hand.
She wiped her tears away, and knelt down so that her face was level with mine.
“Lyra, we don’t belong here. We have to return to Tricopia.”
Faint images of Tricopia played in my mind, and I suddenly remembered what was happening.
“We can’t live here anymore?” I sobbed.
She shook her head and cried harder.
* * *
My family was the last one to board the rocket. My Mom boarded first, then Dad, then Ty, then me. I was just about to enter when a guard barred the way.
“Get back, kid. You can’t get in.”
Dad whirled around and saw I couldn’t enter. He grabbed the guard’s shoulders and hurled him against the wall.
“What do you mean she can’t get in?!” he growled.
I saw his claws escape his fingertips.
“Those were my orders, sir. She is to be the only one left behind.”
Mom ran outside and picked me up.
“We’re not leaving without Lyra,” she said firmly.
The guard shoved Dad off of him, and took Mom’s wrists. He twisted them until she released me. A cry of pain escaped her lips.
“Get in before this gets ugly,” he snarled.
She willingly obeyed, and before Dad could reach me, he screamed,
“She’s only six!”
It just hit me that Dad, Mom, and Ty, were all leaving without me. I would have to stay here…alone. A faint smile passed over Mom’s lips as they rose higher off of the ground.
“We’ll come for you, Lyra. Don’t ever forget.”
I lifted my hand up in the air, and waved.
“Don’t forget me,” I whispered.
The guard picked me up, and hauled me to a car.
“I’m sorry, Lyra,” he declared. “I didn’t want to do this, you know.”
Before he could set me in the seat, I unleashed my claws and raked them across his arm. He howled in agony, as I released myself, and took off running.
“Get you’re little butt back here!” he yelled after me.
I learned a valuable lesson that day. When you’re life is in danger, don’t stop running. Don’t ever stop running.





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