Introduction-
So this is our new story, we're testing out new waters, eh, Percy? We've never wrote or done something like this before, AKA NO FULL OUT ROMANCE, >.> Just a little bit here and there. Of every person. We make. Of all time. Every single time. OH and this is also our new account. ~AJointed~ So @katarakilbourne and @DaughterofGaea both here, same story. Whaaaaat, says the minion?
What this story's about-
This story is about two 19 year olds- a Native American and a Half-Robot. They live in the far-off future where Half-Robots are common and Native Americans are still here.... for some reason.....
But, though Half-Robots are common, they aren't liked very much, because they're different. They are forced out of the main cities and have created their own town, out of the way of the regular humans.
Half-Robots are created when someone has an accident or anything else that causes them to receive severe damage. The parts of their bodies that can no longer function are replaced with robot parts, and they are forced to leave the cities and spend the rest of their lives in the town, the only place where they fit in.
Michael is one of those Half-Robots. He was caught in a school fire and his right arm and the left side of his face were badly burned, and his brain was damaged. The half of his brain that is now robotified, along with his Insomnia, makes it hard for him to fall asleep. Little did he know, hthese seemingly small things would change his life forever.
While there's this awesome Robot-Man-Boy-Thing, as well as other Half-Robots. There's Natives in the Area. They're just not very well known. They keep to themselves in a small forest area. For plenty of plants, animals, and other resources they can live off from the land.
So. There's another 19 year old, but a girl. Her name is Dagger. Odd name for a girl. So what. Whatcha gonna do about it? She's not like normal natives, not like normal women natives anyhow. She likes hunting. She doesn't like being told that she has to keep in line by men. But it's ok, because she's made her place in the tribe. She's kept her ground on fighting with men.
But on her little adventures with men, she still doesn't have a satisfaction of living freely. So at night, even though the tribe is suppose to keep together, she goes off into the night alone. But one night she ventures further than she ever has before. She met an odd border she's never seen before.
That border is the crossing line between the miles apart from the two very different worlds. What happens? Dunno. SORRY, UNCLE RICK CLIFF HANGER HERE.
Katara-
Hey guys! We know we didn't put anything about their personalities or their appearances in this intro. WE DID THIS ON PERPOSE. Dun judge us.
And as we said, we're EXPERIMENTING with this kind of book. We know nothing about romance. Nothing.
Anyway, as DoG so rightly stated, SORRY, UNCLE RICK CLIFFHANGER.
