Drew Fate

Prologue

Drew Robert Fate was not a normal human. In fact, he was barely human at all. Drew Robert Fate lived in Cumulus City, one of the cities that people who aren't completely human. They look like humans (for the most part), and they spoke human languages. Some of them even live in human cities. But humans don't know that they exist. They are called Culumains. Drew had been with them all his life, training and prepping for whatever lay in the future.

Why did Drew have to prep? Where did he do it? Who helped him along the way? We'll see.

Drew Fate was the topic of a secret meeting of four people living in these non-human cities.

The four figures stood up high on a cloud, because Cumulains have the ability to walk on clouds. A third of their cities are above your head.

"We have to stop it."

The voice had come from a tall man with dark skin, with his smooth brown hair swept back over his scalp. This man's name is Hawk Joease.

"Well, couldn't we just erase the human's memories again?" Suggested a woman. Her long, flowy black hair billowing behind her in the wind. She had humongous emerald green eyes that sparkled, and her smooth cream-like skin glowed in the moonlight. Her wispy green dress seemed to float above the fluffy cloud. Her name was Papillon D'Amour

Someone else started cracking up. He had shaggy, dirty blonde hair, sky blue eyes, and a deep tan. His purple suit had coat tails that reached the floor. Thorne Fryxell. "Oh, Papillon. That's actually funny! Once upon a time, we only had to erase a few memories because only a few hundred people knew about last time. Now they have T.V. and news and all that stuff. If Wynter Moonlay attacked New York city, all the humans on Earth would know in a matter of days! Do you know how long it would take to erase all of their memories?"

Papillon's pink cheeks turned scarlet.

The last person spoke up. She had two uneven, messy blonde pigtails. Her clothes clashed in the worst way, with a tutu from the eighties, wooden shoes, and a green t-shirt. And her eyes. One was blue-green, the other pure gold. Fllafle Eleise Tomeecee.

"I think we all know the solution to this," she said. Her voice was high and squeaky.

Hawk Joease sighed. "I suppose we do."

"Do you mean my nephew?" Thorne asked scorningly. "Drew? That one? Pht, come on. He just lost his dad, my brother, and he has recently been training tirelessly, without a break. He's stressed enough, without having to learn that he has to fight the battle he's been preparing for all his life right now."

"Listen, I know it's hard for him," Hawk reasoned. "Losing your dad is hard! But he had a really good life! Drew needs to stop mourning what is already done."

Thorne scowled.

"Thorne," Papillon cooed. "You barely know the boy."

"But he..." Thorne looked away. He didn't finish his sentence.

After a small yet suffocating silence, Fllafle spoke again. "But when are we going to talk to him about it?"

"Probably sometime when he's at Franklinia," Hawk said. "I mean, with Fllafle cooking there and Thorne... I don't know what you do there, but I know you walk around campus all the time."

Franklinia is one of the best schools for non-humans. The way school works is that for your first eleven years, you go to placement school while they decide which school they would go to for the next years of your life. That summer, Drew Fate had learned that he'd be going to Franklinia academy.

"With you both there, it can't be too hard to get him alone and drop the news," Hawk continued.

Papillon shook her head. "I still think that there has to be a better solution. I mean, he's only twelve. And barely that! We have other warriors, who have had thousands of years to prepare for a war, and yet we choose to call on Drew?"

"My dear Papillon," Hawk sighed. "You know why we must have Drew defeat Wynter Moonlay. We all know."