Golden Child [Rewriting]

Prologue

GOLDEN CHILD

PROLOGUE

The room was doused in a soft yellow light, as the man with the bright blue eyes and white hair sat down in front of his two children. The one, the girl, had hair as white as the snow falling outside, while the boy, took after his mother, brown hair and those signature blue eyes, reflecting the Atlantic Ocean. Milo Aro could see the curiousity reflect in his youngest daughter Meri's eyes as she gazed up at him.

"Would you like to hear a story, then, little one?" He asked, his voice alluring, dragging her into the world he was preparing to create. He watched his wife's eyes roll playfully, as Meri sat forward, nodding furiously.

"Telling her stories is not going to help her in any way, Milo." His wife, Kaija warned.

"She loves them." Milo said with a defeated shrug, and launched into his famous story. Meri had probably heard it a million times, but every time her father told her the story of the Mother and the Celestial Father, she would feel like it was the first time. Her older brother, Aku, did not share the feeling, however. He didn't understand the appeal the same old romance tale had, but let his sister listen to it anyway.

"A very long time ago, before you were born, before I was born, before even the village elders were born, the Gods used to roam the Earth, little one. The Earth needed protecting, and so, Mother Earth was born, and she watched over her humans like they were her own children." Milo started and watched Meri's little mouth move along with his. She'd heard the story a million times, and she would listen to it a million times more, because the idea of the Gods fascinated her.

"But she wanted children of her own, didn't she, papa? Just like you and mama have?" Her eyes sparkled with a sense of knowledge as Milo nodded.

"Correct," Milo said, "she helped the humans build their civilizations, and one day, she met a Celestial Being—"

"The Celestial Father!" Meri exclaimed excitedly, "he became her husband, didn't he, papa?"

"He did, in fact, Meri. After they were wed, they had four children of their own, and they were called the..." He trailed off, his eyes wandering to his eldest son, who watched the flames of the candles idly try to reach for the ceiling.

"The filii aurea," Meri chimed in before Aku could look up, "papa, are we filii aurea?" She asked.

"We'll have to wait and see, little one. I can control the ocean, because I'm an adult, but you and Aku are just children." Milo said, as Meri watched him play with the water in Aku's cup. She watched her mother scowl at Milo for doing so.

"There is no magic in this house, Milo Aro." She narrowed her eyes, and he dropped the water neatly back into Aku's cup. From across the world, a sigh could be heard, as little Nuri Bachmann gazed up at his father, with those golden-brown eyes of his.

"Father, I don't care for the love story." He stated, annoyed.

"But your sister does." His father said with a knowing smile.

"Kai's a girl though." Nuri looked at his younger sister, hair like a waterfall, those same bright golden eyes, narrowed at him in contempt.

"A girl who's a better shot than you!" Kai stuck out her tongue, prompting a sibling fight.

"Now, now," their father warned, "I'm sure Nuri still wants to hear about the War." Instantly, Nuri's eyes turned to his father, shining with pure and utter curiousity.

"The Great Aurean war happened about two centuries ago, but we are still suffering the consequences, aren't we, kids?" Their father joked, "it started because we became greedy, something Aureans weren't supposed to be, considering we are half-God. We wanted more power, and so we came together, and made terrible, horrible combinations that would wipe out the humans."