Extraterrestrial

Prologue

Everyone hopes for a better life, some more than others. As a person, I feel as I don't deserve all these shiny things that are bestowed upon me. I live in the peculiari generation. We children in this generation has a gift to an extent knowledge of the earth, universe, and basically everything. The information we receive are taken advantage of in a good way, of course. But we are not called the peculiari generation because of all the knowledge we have but because of how we are. Some children are born with a gift of immortality, strength, and/or flight. There are no “normal” children that lives in this beautiful planet of ours anymore. The other children who were not gifted with these special abilities are born with a curse. The babies who are born with a curse are exiled to a small island somewhere far away where they can't hurt anyone. Don't worry there are care takers there for the babies. Sometimes the parents are exiled along with them, mostly because they are in disagreement with the royals of exiling their children. I was born into royalty and have immortality, strength, and flight. I don't remember much of my past but when I do I would ask my mom about it. She would never really give me a straight answer like she's keeping something from me. Often, I would remember a faint memory of me and a girl playing in the forests behind the castle. One day I decided to ask my mom about it. She told me that maybe it was just a dream that I remember but I said that it was real well, it felt real. Her response was one that I could never forget. She told me "Young one, you don't even remember your past and you are telling me that story of yours is real? Just be a good little princess and do what you are told. Don't ask me ever again." I never asked her ever since I was 9. Now I question the girl in my memory's existence . . . she's just my imagination, right?