This is it. My masterpiece. I started it last year and just dug it out and wrote more. Now I'm finally getting around to typing it. I have so many ideas, but not enough time to write them all down. So bear with me and please review.

THE CHRONICLES OF LOST CHILDREN

Once upon a time, in a place far to the South of the Sea of Now was a little island village called Cardezal. In Cardezal, all the people had specific jobs and positions. Everybody had the same job for their whole life and when they died, it was passed on to their children. Nobody ever complained about the system, but then, nobody actually praised it either. That was the way things were and the people accepted their lives. After all, how could they change something that had existed for so many hundreds of years? The only person capable of such a sharp change would be an outsider, someone new who was unaware for the system and who was fearless. But the tiny village of Cardezal, with less than 100 residents hadn't had any visitors in over a century.

It was a warm day- the first day of spring had arrived. The children were excited, watching as new flowers woke lazily from the cold flowerbeds and opened their bright faces. Small animals crawled out of trees and bushes, eager to make friends with these little faces. The adults, after all, were too busy with their jobs to bother with flowers and animals. But the children, oh how special they are. Children are the only humans who are actually free. They have rules and limits, but no real obligations. Their lives are carefree and joyous. The flowers couldn't wait to make friends with them.

As the farmers tended their crops and vendors sold their goods, the children played with the flowers and animals, sharing stories and ideas. This went on for many hours. The day turned to night and the villages went home. Dinner was a quiet affair; time to eat, not to talk. Life continued on. All the children went to sleep and soon the adults followed. Once again, life was calm in Cardezal.

That night, as the village slept, a cold wind blew into town, carrying with it whispers of lands far off, places yet to be discovered. And as the children slept, the quiet whispers filled their heads and they dreamed of magical lands and hidden places. Places where they could go, where they could live, where they could talk to the flowers all day long. They saw the ways of the wind; where the whispers had come from; the path to take. And all at once, as in a single body, the children rose.

Up they rose, out their rooms and through the halls. Down the stairs and out the doors. In one form, singly breathing, they met in the village square. These children of man, these breathers of air, stood silently and still in the center of the square, waiting for something yet to show its face. The sky lit up; dull so as not to hurt the children's tender eyes, but bright enough to wake their sleeping parents. Seeing their children out of bed and their doors ajar, these parents ran to the village square, where the young ones stood.

Their eyes were fixed to the sky, seeing over and over the places far off, the dreams that were silenced. They remembered the system. The changeless system. The evil system. The system which had kept the flowers in beds all winter and children in beds all night. They remembered their village and their dreams. They made their decision and rose, disappearing into the heavens. They never even said goodbye.

End of chapter one! So what did you think? PLEASE let me know!