Darkness is everywhere. The light has gone. I can see my family, a vauge memory and I had all but forgotten them. I see the others, the Winged...my new family...as they start to attack sonmething on the floor. As soon as they hear me moving toward the main group, the smaller groups (I call them the cliques, or the families) start to hold me down as the main family (the First Ones) begin to walk towards me...my adopted clique...and start to attack me with their own Crafts...I start to scream, and then the red consumes my vision...
And that's when I woke up screaming.
×××Jack Feathers×××
Well, now that you know about my dream, let me tell you how this story came to be...minus all the scary parts...
Well, it all started about 17 years or so, about seven months before I was born...
My life didn't start out as a normal one, mainly because of two reasons...the first being that my DNA is different from everyone else's and it turns out that my genes were able to be manipulated to such a way that I was able to have wings if the right conditions were met...and there were very few people out there who had the same type of combinations...
the second was that there were others that had already had the same thing happen to them, but they got their wings naturally...
the first was about 6 years before I was born, the other natural born ones kept being born until about 2 years after I was born.
Well, long life story short, I lost my parents in a fire that burned down. The apartment that we had rented out while waiting for our new home to be built when I was around 3 or 4...since then, I have been going from one orphanage to another for the past 10 years or so, and have been having these strange dreams where I have some knowledge of who these unknown people are...
And everytime I wake up, I have this pain in my back around the same place as their wings...
Here is the story since a few days after my 17th birthday...
