The Children of Legends Book 2: The Race To Armageddon

Prologue: Bells

I stood at the back of the marble church in New York City, near two wooden doors. My mother stood next to me. Her eyes were solemn and dark. Her face held no expression. She had dark eyes and black hair that streamed down her shoulders, just like mine. Two men made their way through the doors, each at one end of a jet-black casket. The casket was closed, but I knew what was inside it; my brother, Kory Flint.

Kory had always been special. Not only to me as a brother, but to everyone in general. He was gifted in his own way, just like I am. Kory always had a way with fire. He told me it had something to do with our dad. Kory could create balls of fire in the palms of his hands whenever he wanted to. His powers were amazing. All I could do was read minds, and I considered that to be a curse. I was also an amazing strategist, but I thought of that as a talent.

Another thing about my brother: He tried to be an Assassin. He was never good at it, and I always thought it seemed silly when he called himself one. My mother also disliked it, but my mother never liked anything about me and my brother in general. She called us "freaks" because we had super natural talents that "regular" humans don't have. I was also glad she had shut up after the news of the deaths.

My father, Prometheus, had no coffin. His body was never found. Kory's body was found on an island far from home. I followed my mother to one of the front isles, and then sat down on a bench near the front. Few people came to the funeral; hardly anybody knew who we were. Most of the faces were unfamiliar, and I guessed they were my mother's relatives. An older man, around his seventies, walked into the front of the church. The funeral began.

After the funeral was over, Kory's coffin was buried into an old cemetery in a nearby park. I didn't know the name of the graveyard, or even where we lived. I knew I lived in New York City, but I didn't know what part. The reason for this was because I never bothered to learn the names of places we lived. We were always on the move because of my father. I had only been living in the city now for almost four months. I didn't have any friends in my school. I wasn't the type of person that really needed any. I was used to being alone. The only person I was ever close to was Kory; now he was gone. I walked away from the cemetery. I could hear the voice of my mother yelling at me to come back. I didn't listen. This was the last bit of respect I could ever give to Kory.

A voice seemed to whisper into my head as I walked away. It sounded like Kory.

"One day soon I will come back, dear sister," it said. I turned around but nobody was near me. The voice popped into my head again. "And I will hunt down Kai Marcus. I will kill him." Bells rang in the distance. A cold wind blew down my spine.

And that's where my life changed forever.