Lesser: Book One of The Order Trilogy [Nanowrimo13] [Wattpad Prize 14]

Prologue

Authors note: Hey, guys! So, this is my very first story on Wattpad and I really hope you guys like it. The beginning maybe a bit boring with the world building but I promise it gets better, just give it a chance! I hope you all like it!

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Prologue

Dr. Borsh's father had always told him it was a great blessing to have The Order. He should know because his father had lived in a time destroyed by dieses and chemicals. He had lived a place of nightmares that no one could ever truly understand. Now, chemical's help defend humans from getting dieses in the first place.

They were lucky to not have to go through the pain of getting sick, of perhaps fearing that you're own body might fail you. That's why he was thankful everyday for what he had.

Yet, Dr. Borsh's father had also said that The Order was a great curse, because when life is in you're hands it is always a great curse to have human's play God.

He never understood what that meant, and he never would until the day would he die.

"I want her eyes to be unique, colorful; blue, green, purple, gold, silver. I want all those colors in her eyes. I saw contact lenses like that before." Said the woman, tucking a piece of her bronze hair behind her ear.

"I'm not sure ma'am, that may give you're child less of a chance of become a Fective. The percentage will go down by fifteen." said Dr. Blackwell, looking down at the stats on his desk screen.

"Doctor, you are one of the best in the country with a ninety seven percent rating with the Fective's. You're right up there with Westerson, only down by one percent. I know you can do this successful." said the woman's husband, an athletic man with dark hair. "I'm paying for the best, right?"

"Yes, sir you are." Borsh said, uncomfortably moving in his chair. "I'm just telling you the possibilities."

"We know the possibilities, doctor." He said, professionally as if they were making a business meeting. Well, it is Borsh's line of business and the big man is his customer. The man was also a very dear friend of his and also a very powerful leader. "Now, on the hair I want it to be like Lynette's, bronze."

The Doctor put that into his database heightening the percentage by one since it was hereditary, although it was a recessive gene.

"I thought we agreed on black." She asked, her dark brown eyes wide.

"You know how I feel about black hair." He said, his face wrinkling. "I don't like it. It's so...plain."

His wife rolled her eyes. "Fine."

"Okay, that's the last of it all if everything goes well this is how she will look like as she grows up." said Dr. Blackwell sending the stimulation to the middle of the room.

A girl stood in the middle of the room at about two years old, smiling with perfect set of white teeth. The stimulation laughs as she grows throughout the years, right in front of their eyes. Her pretty bronze hair grows long swaying, like her dad wanted, her peach colored skin glows as she turns around playing with the skirt of her dress; her eyes pretty and wide with colors. Her baby cheeks making her eyes look small when she smiles; as she grows they become strong but beautiful. Her lips aren't as big as others but normal, even though it might seem a bit thin. Her dad's nose is perfect on her, even though it has a bump, but that's what they wanted. The girl slowly formed into a beautiful young woman with her mothers curves and her mothers height; the perfect five seven.