Intro: My First Years on Earth

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Ryder's come from the moon because they were born of angels.  Either their mom died while being pregnant or two angels decided to have a baby together.  That baby is called a Cupid.  Once the Cupid is conceived from the angel, it is delivered by an archangel and then transported to the inside of the moon where the baby will grow until found by a human.  This Cupid right here named Rebekkah was delivered by Archangel Gabriel and transported near an angelic moon base on January 5, 1994.  Just five days later, someone found a giggly baby Cupid female on the surface of the moon. 

            I, Rebekkah Cheyenne Momoriel, was found by Captain Elliot C. Momoriel, a space captain and leader of many scientists who discover a lot in outer space these days.  He is also my foster dad.  My foster mother, Charity Momoriel, works with a local church by being one of the people who go behind the scenes to make church be a great experience for a Christian new or old.  

             A month before I turned two, a fellow astronaut named Robert Wayne dressed up as Santa Claus found me on the floor by the Christmas Tree at the main floor of my house, looked at me in the eyes and asked, "Where do you belong?  Where are your parents at, huh?  You know what?  Let's find them.  Together."  Suddenly, for a split second or two, he heard me screech as loud as a trumpet as he saw me float in the air.  Santa tried to catch me with his gloved and outstretched hands, but even he couldn't reach me at his six foot two inch stance. Right before my eyes was another man:  the Edge Master.  This muscle built man had at least twelve inches of black hair with the face of Jackie Chan, but he is a much better fighter if you asked me. 

            "First lesson, Cupid Rebekkah,"  he calmly stated, "you must never trust a complete stranger."

            I spied, with my little green eyes, a ton of people staring at a floating toddler with an overgrown Peter Pan.  Random women awed and some kids said ooh and ah as they were astonished by how they wanted to fly too! 

            "Oh my freaking damn, what are you doing with my baby, and who the hell do you think you are teaching her things!!" exclaimed my frightened mother as she thought she saw Uncle Peter but actually saw me floating in the air, "Rebekkah, baby, are you flying?  How did you get up there?"

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