Penelope
There's always been four of us. Just us four, never anyone else. We were told to protect them, the "others." Everyone who is different from us. Our "parents" aren't even like us. Just my siblings and friend, Brady. I'm not sure how we got picked but we did. Our parents claim we're theirs but even we don't know if they're telling the truth.
Most consider us heroes I guess. We haven't done much yet but we're so called "prodigies." The rest of them think we're abominations or ask what went wrong? Aparantly our genitically enhanced skills never came through.
We were chosen to become something more... The Guardians was what they named us as a group. Guess we are supposed to "guard" the others. There are creatures who are bad. Ones we are supposedly needing to fight and conquer. That's all we have been told since day one. Maybe the truth will reveal itself on what their intended purpose is for us?
For now we're puppets, waiting to have our strings cut loose. Until that day comes, this is our story.
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Guardians
FantasyFour kids willingly given as volunteers by their parents to save the world from terror. Genetically altered by scientists and taken into custody by a mentor to train them for what everyone expects them to be. Brady, James, Penelope and Marie will no...