The Fallen Heart

Chapter 1

 My Birth

          Being born into this world was... weird. I wasn't alone in the body since it had its accompanying wolf. The wolf knew who I was... Of course it would know who created it. All of them do and their human soul roommates will soon realize it... The moon isn't their god the stars are. The air is so cold... I can understand why babies cry so much for being born. The air is cold compared to the safety of their mother's womb. No matter, I will not cry just because I am cold. The doctors around me have seemed to assume since I haven't cried that something was wrong. So relenting and beginning to cry to put their stress at ease. Just because I have the form of a baby doesn't mean I don't have all my knowledge from the aboven. And no I don't mean heaven nor hell. The aboven is more like a garden for the gods and other beings of power.

         I already know starting this life I must act as if my knowledge of the aboven is non-existent nor must I mention the wolves' true creators. Observing and learning along with werewolves while I was in the above will come in handy. Soon I was handed to my parents, though eventually I will look nothing like them in the future but for now my body will risible the perfect balance of them both. The look on their faces and eyes were full of awe and love. I knew I did a good job at making this body. I made it so cute that all in their right mind would try and protect me! Though I don't care about roles in the pack, it just so happened that they were alphas. I just wanted to be in maximum protection till I am old enough to use my magic once again.

       Enough of the noise I was making myself I silenced my cries and stared at my now mortalselves' parents. My father's eyes had a glint to them when he turned to my mother and said,

"Well since we thought he was gonna be a girl but he's a boy... What do you think of the name Orion?"

        "I think that's a lovely name honey." my mother said to her mate, my father, with happiness threatening to fall from her eyes in the form of tears. My mother's voice was smooth and calming, while my fathers was tough yet caring. They were one of my most successful pairings when I was above. The doctors said to my mother, Diana, that she would not be able to have children. So they adopted but I dare think they should at least have one. And their one true child just so happens to be me.

     Orion, the fallen heart from the aboven. The creator of the werewolves and the stars.