ENTWINED

Whats wrong with being confident.

ALICE
Chapter One.
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I stand right next to the open window, watching the dark sky begin to lighten as the wind howls outside, secrets collecting in the air.

I hear my bedroom door crack open, light spilling into the dark room. A shadow appears in the doorway and a clicking sound echoes as ringed fingers try to find the light switch. More light bathes the room.

Victors ringed hand falls to his side. He doesn't say anything right away as he takes in the chaos that is my bedroom. Clothes lay everywhere, drawers left wide open and books and papers scattered on the floor. In retrospect , a typical teenage room. The walls which had once been brown when we moved in 10 years ago are now a sweet lime green completely covered in posters of rock bands and more. The wooden floor is covered in a plush violet carpet. It helps to keep the chill out during winter, but not to much. This monstrous farm house is so old there was no provision in it to install heaters in the wall lining. If we did the house would probably explode into flames. Spontaneous combustion.
Now that would be a sight.

"A bit chilly don't you think?" Victor says directing me to close the open window. I smile at my adoptive father. All six feet of him with his athletic muscular build. We almost look alike. Him and I. We both have the same startling white blond hair, although his has started to show a little sliver on the sides. The indication of old age, though he does not look a day over 35. Apart from the hair, we also possess the same colour eyes. Gray almost thunderous. Along with strong bone structure and full pale pink lips.
He really could be my father.

That is if he were a fallen Angel or otherwise.

Our likeness has nothing to do with shared genes. It has more to do with our shared heritage. The offspring of the fallen and the sons of God who had not fallen.

We, the Nephalem.

"I like the cold," I say still staring at the lightening sky. Dawn is about to break, and I already miss the night. The cool air and quietness that accompanies me during my nightly flights.

The neighborhood we live in is spacious. The next house is not visible for at least miles. Our house which used to be a boarding house in the last 1700s, all two storeys of it is surrounded by forest. Big massive trees that loom around the house like a protective shield.

These woods used to be called the Dry woods. It was said that children would disappear in these woods and never return.

They thought it was a monster.

Like the troll under the bridge. I know better. It must have been a Nephalem. These woods were their hunting grounds.

"School project?" He asks indicating at the papers scattered all over the floor.

"Uh...yeah", I say stepping away from the window. He squints at the papers trying to decrypt my hurriedly jotted down notes.

"On what!" He takes a step forward.

"Research, on the Second World War. For world history."

I quickly stack up the papers and place them on the desk at the corner of my room. Hoping he doesn't try to read the notes.

"Alice?" He says confusion on his face.

"It's a work in progress, not due for another 2 weeks. So don't worry I'll get it done."

He relaxes a bit.

All ever I muse to myself. Sighing I mentally kick myself. Now I need to prepare a project on world war two just because he thinks its real.