Prologue part 1

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A/N: Hey there everyone. This is another one of my fanfics that I put on Fanfiction. It was on a temporary hiatus but I feel that I should start writing it again soon. Hope you enjoy.
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Arthur sighed as he boredly watched the scenery go by.

"Arthur." His mother said trying to get his attention for the fith time.

"What?" He asked irritated, deciding that he should just get it over with and hear what she had to say.

She looked at him in review mirror with a tired look. Why did he have to be so hard on her? Why couldn't he accepted the way things turned out?

"I know how difficult this is for you but you have to understand that I had a choice to make."

"Well you made the wrong one."

They sat in silence for a few minutes before Mss. Kirkland decided to speak again.

"I'm sorry that it didn't go the way you wanted it but it was either move or pull you out of school so that you could get a job. You and I both know that education is more important."

"Maybe to you, but to me and father it was nothing compared to the sacred land that we owned."

"You don't have to worry about the land. It's being protected so no one will find it."

"You just don't understand." Arthur sighed.

How could she? She wasn't one of them.

It was quite for the rest of the drive.

Mss. Kirkland parked in front of a two story brick house. He reluctantly stepped out of the car, knowing that his mother would lecture him. He observed the place with a frown.

"I hate this place." He stated bluntly.

"How can you hate it? We just got here." Mss. Kirkland asked irritated.

"It's not like our old house. "

"Well of course it isn't. We're starting anew and that calls for a new scenery." She said with a big smile.

'Starting anew? More like running away from the past.' He thought bitterly.

"Stop your pouting and help me unload the car. The moving truck should be here soon."

Arthur sighed and grabbed the box his mother handed him. "Put the boxes anywhere, we can go through them latter."

"Alright."

They spent the next ten minutes unpacking the car. The moving truck hadn't arrived yet so Arthur went to explore the house a little bit.

The downstairs had what every house had, a kitchen, dinning room, living room, and a closet. Same thing with the upstairs. There were two small rooms, two regular sized rooms, a master bedroom and two full sized bathrooms that connected the two small rooms and the two big rooms together.

Arthur knew how this would work. Alistair and Owen would get the regular rooms while he and Ashling would get the small rooms since they were the youngest. That also ment that Arthur had to share the bathroom with his sister, but he was grateful for that, because Alistair was a complete slob and Owen was a clean freak. Both hard to live with. Ashling on the other hand was perfect. She always cleaned after herself and made sure to put everything where it should be. Just like him.

"Arthur! The moving truck is here!" His brother Alistair (who was driving the truck) shouted from outside.

Arthur sighed and reluctantly went down stairs to help.

Later that night Arthur was in his small room, laying down on the floor (his bed wasn't setup yet since they had got there that day) reading a book about mythical creatures. It was the middle of the night and he was going to start at his new school tomorrow. It would be his first time at a school since his father homeschooled him.

He put the book down and thought about what school would be like. It was kinda scary because he was afraid of people finding out the family secret. What would happen if someone found out?

He sighed and turned out the light. 'There's no point of thinking about it anymore. What's going to happen is what's going to happen.' He thought, falling into a dreamless sleep.
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A/N: And that's it for now. Hope you guys liked it so far. I'll be updating the next chapter tomorrow. I want to catch you guys up on it as soon as possible. :3

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