The Myth Of Koa

Chapter 1) Nice Life, Soon to be Strife

I AWOKE IN A MANSION.
The sort of mansion that makes people think of an apartment. There was a woman smiling down on me.
"Hello child. Your father would like to see you." Her face was dark like brown sugar, and her hair was black like ink. The air around her seemed to be getting warmer and warmer by the second.
What the–? Oh.
I now remember. My dad....
"Where is he?" I asked.
"Follow me," she said.

The room was huge.
The black carpet was soft, the walls were painted white, and the chandelier was so bright, it hurt my eyes even if I looked away. In the center of the room, sat a man in a tuxedo on a office chair.
"Child, come," the man chided. "I must leave soon, and put you in the care of Miss. Lele," he said gesturing to the woman."You are the fighter Koa, my daughter." He said it so proudly, that I wondered if I could ever be that confident. "Remember that."  My father was a smart man, and played his cards perfect. Yet, he had a sadness to him too.
"Father, where is mom?"
His lips pursed. Mother was always a touchy subject. "Your mom is in paradise. But on earth, she is dead," That was more than he ever said. He usually avoided the subject, or said, "Away." Suddenly, he walked away. I never knew that would be the last time I saw him.

He was away for 10 years overseas, helping people escape wars, until his last run to Africa.
He was late picking up kids at a town, and was caught. The kids were taken to a camp, and the rebels thought it would be funny to shoot him. My Father's partner Richard Dewrance was there, and barely escaped. He brought back my father's wedding ring, which I now put in my pocket, attached to a string, making sure it doesn't fall out.
I still live with Miss. Lele, just we moved to Provo, Utah. Before, we lived in Honolulu, Hawaii.
Every day Miss. Lele and I, read about a Hawaiian God or Goddess. But my true journey started on Monday, September 18.