Chapter 1: Preparation.

Raxian Sabri Point Of View (Rax-ean) (Sab long a-ree)

The sun was setting. The time was almost dusk, which would explain how it was so silent outside. My mother and Uncle Ralaven were inside practically screaming at each other. Nobody knows why they argue so much. The air tonight was cold, but calm. I overheard them talking as I watched the waves crash angrily to the rocks below until I heard my mother say something. "Ralaven, its way to dangerous, you know we already lost him" she said. My mother, I knew exactly who she was talking about. My father, Archmen Mistenson. He has been dead for 6 years. I remember the day my mother got the horrific news. It was my ninth birthday. He was killed of gun fire during an escape mission in the war. Sometimes on my birthday, it has always been my wish to see him walk through our house doors. Here with us, alive and well. I heard a noise coming up the path. "It could be an animal" I said to myself. To no surprise it was my 13 year old brother Maxton. Who had been fishing at the creek all day, for only being 13 he sure could handle the fishing rod. I turned and started to hum my favorite song. Claire De Lune. I heard his footsteps as he stomped onto the porch.

"Hey" he said. I really didn't want to be bothered so I just continued to hum.

"Hello? Raxian, can you hear me? I come in peace" he muttered

I still ignored him. At that direct second a big slimy object hit me in the back. It