Christian is my second oldest daughter, she's my warrior. Brave, fearless, aggressive all describe her. I'm her father's words;
"I've trained her to the best of my ability Mr.Crests, please see to it that her training continues. She is a crusade a warrior of justice and peace."
She does have a tendency to pick fights with the others but in the end I know she will step up and stand when one of them is in need.
Aspen Aera, my youngest and sweetest of them all. She doesn't believe in fighting or harm, bless her heart. She forgives her pursuers and wishes to live together without bitterness. Even with her hunted abilities she remains at peace and forgiveness. She is only eleven, arrived to me as a toddler by her older brother. She was in his care by force for he was the only of her kin to ignore and accept her abilities. He brought her to me in fear, fear of what thier parents may do.
"Excuse me sir, are you Aaron....Crests that is?"
He was no older than sixteen.
"I am. What can I do for you?" His face said it all: I need help. I brought him in, he was carrying a child wrapped in lavender blankets, the child carried a flower and had one in her hair. I smiled at her serenity.
"My name is Daniel Aera, this is Aspen." He motioned to the little girl now sitting on my carpet.
"We need your help. She needs you help." He explained their predicament. Their parents didn't not accept her and neglected her, it was Daniel who cares for her over the years. They recently began to argue about what to do with her, according to Daniel the only options were the river bottom....or the law.
He brought her here for he heard rumors of a family blood that cares for Crypts, that is where I come in. Yes. My bloodline has protected and housed Crypts from society for many generations, I was the sixth generation to continue this tradition. I feared of Daniel's fate, everyday after this. You never really know what a parent is capable of doing to a disobedient child.
We all know of one person we can't stand, they bother and push, brag and show off. They're hotheads. My hothead comes in the form of a very stubborn 13 year old boy named Braiden Pierce. He is everything you are to expect in a show off: annoying, arrogant, proud, and very flamboyant about what they can do.
Braiden came to me at a young age and has only grown with his personality. I don't remember that moment to well, I recall a man, whom I assumed was Braiden's father, approach me at the market in daylight asking if I was willing to take the child. Before I could respond he was in my hands. And the man was walking away.
Luckily all of my children at the moment are relatively around the same age. Unfortunatly they are also almost all teenagers.
YOU ARE READING
Crypt Academy for the Extraordinary
RandomThere are over 13 billion humans on Earth, however as of now only about two hundred fit the category of Extraordinary. These beings are known in society as "Cryptids", although they look normal these people have abilities similar to those in comic b...
