Prologue
Seeking? Yes. Destroy? No. Helpless? Maybe. Protect? Never. Food? Blood. Death? Battles. Battles? Kill…
Why?
Evolution. Change. Failure.
No!
No? Why?
Improvements. Yes. Improvements. Feelings. Strength. Love.
Love?
Power.
Power was the one thing my parents…or rather…our parents never thought about when they conceived us. Modern religions, mostly Christianity, Catholicism, or others, would have known Mother and Father to be Adam and Eve. The first. However, Mother and Father did not spawn the world as thought, they only…waited until other changes such as man, or humans, came along before giving birth. Mother always wanted to know why, while Father was constantly asking how? Both were searching for an answer they never found. And the only thing that I am left with are a secret and two questions. Why us, why are we the way we are? And how, how did this come to be?
As I look over the world now, laying before me like an unexplained problem, I can’t help but think that I just may be able to ace the two point test my parents gave to me. The constant jabbering of my siblings (minus three) keeps my focus on the present situation, not allowing me to lock myself away in my mind. There would be eight of us altogether if Mother and Father were here, but no matter how hard I try, I just CANNOT accept those two things as my brethren. And some days…
“Onezal! Come over here and stop brooding! We need to figure out a plan to get the others to trust us!” Ornaph’s pleading voice loudly bombarded my ears. In this world, he is my eldest brother, but in the world of truth, until all the others and he are gone, the head of the family is the sole right of…
“Brother, you should know by now that I refuse to partake in things such as those. Mother would never approve…” my voiced trailed off as I looked down to my shining nails, their glossy sheen sucking away my attention.
“Will you stop trying to be them?! Grow a bad bone or something!” the supposedly “mature” eldest mutter back. Yes, I admit, I do wish I was more like Mother and Father, however, just because that is true, it did not give Ornaph the authority to point it out. My nails glinted out as the fingers they were attached to clenched, my tongue coming tightly nestled between front teeth. Suppressing a growl, I was glad my passive-aggressive side became silent, absolute calm now residing in its place. If Mother hadn’t shown me the trick for inner peace, I don’t know where I would be right now.
“Keep yourself together Ornaph, even though the firsts may not have Hitaleuketsor, that does not mean that they wouldn’t have hundreds of their followers with the damned ability not there. And personally, I like to live,” I gave him my most innocent smile, and I could tell he knew I was right, “besides, I just have this feeling that the winds are changing.”
I could see Ornaph’s boredom like a dam: ready to burst. The longer he held it, the harder it got. But, ever since dear Amnae killed herself to give the fledglings their gift, I have had to keep our clan in check. ‘Our clan is a large one Mother, you would be proud. And Father too. Tell him…I am still looking.’
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So, this is the Prologue to my brain baby. I brought it to my Writer's Workshop, but unfortunately they hardly ever critique so they don't hurt people's feelings. However, I LOVE input, and I would be delighted to hear what you have to say.
But! I know some sentences are fragments! I like them that way ^^7 You can mention them if you want 
Oh! And if you have any ideas for a title, that would help (I only have a page or so more of this written but for Chapter One).
