Author's Note:

Hi. I, um, I'm just here to gauge reactions to my life's work. No, really. I've been working on this since I was eleven. I'm fourteen now, and I know that's not really a long time, but I really really care and love this story.

This is a trilogy. I finished the first and second books before stopping in the middle of the last book and deciding the beginning was crap and didn't line up with the last one at all. So I'm rewriting the whole thing.

As a young author, I wanted to put this out here and maybe collect advice from my superiors? I mean, I wouldn't mind a review on the prologue *hint hint, nudge nudge*

So, yeah. Here's the prologue to my fabulous story. Hope it at least gets you interested...

"Mommy, tell me a story." The small four year old reached towards his mother with tiny hands, opening and closing them needily. He blinked his bright green eyes up at his her, causing her heart to melt. But she stood firm - or she tried to, anyway.

"It's bedtime, Jamie," she told him, tucking the blankets tighter around his small, warm body.

The toddler pouted up at her, squeezing his teddy bear closer to his side. "Pwease? I wanna story!"

She finally gave in to those big bright eyes, so full of curiousity and innocence. She wished he could stay like this forever but she knew better.

"All right," she relented. She figured it was a valiant effort. "I'm going to tell you a story about your father."

James propped himself up on his elbows, his eyes eager and excited as he looked at his mother. She rarely ever talked about his father.


She nodded. "Uh-huh." She paused, stroking his blonde curls absently, wondering what to say. "Once upon a time, a long long while ago, there was a man named Conner Kindler."

The small toddler squealed and laughed. "Daddy!" he cried, recognizing the name.

The mother nodded, a smile gracing her lips despite the painful memory. "You see, your Daddy was special." James nodded solemnly, like he had suspected all along. "He was part of a group that helped people. He was…" She hesitated, then smiled as she settled on the perfect word. "A hero."

The way James's eyes grew as wide as saucers made his mother's eyes water. She loved her son with everything she had. He was the most special, most precious child in the world. She would do anything for him.

"My daddy was a superhewo?" he asked in complete awe.

"He was the best," his mother replied warmly. "He saved so many people, including me. He was the boss, the one everyone looked up to, the one everyone wanted to be.

"He battled fierce dragons, evil witches, and giant trolls," his mother continued, "and he beat them all. There was just one who he couldn't beat."

James frowned, as if he couldn't wrap his head around the fact that someone had been strong enough to defeat is big strong daddy.

"Who was that, Mommy?" he asked, still hanging on her every word. He tugged the blanket up higher so that it came up to his chin and completely hid his bear.

She opened her mouth to reply but she was cut off by the phone ringing somewhere down the hall. She smiled wanly at her son and said,

"Maybe tomorrow night, sweetie. Someone," she said, standing up and tucking him in all over again, "needs to get to bed."

"Pweeeaaaase?" he begged, giving her the puppy dog eyes again. She would've given in except -

Another ring.

"Tomorrow," she vowed. "I promise." With that, she kissed her son on the forehead, clicked off the light, and strode out of his room and down the hall to pick up the phone.

She never got to fulfill her promise.

"Too often they don't realize what they have until it's gone."

~ Marilyn Monroe

Author's Note:

Well, yeah. That's that. Sorry. The reason I'm being really awkward right now is because this is my literal pride and joy and I'm just terrified it's horrible. So if you could drop a review that would help.

Okay, I'm only going to upload chapters once I finish one. Once I'm done with the chapter that I'm on (Chapter 8, but don't worry; most chapters are much longer than this one was), I'll post Chapter 1 (which is about three and a half thousand words...). Be warned, though. Through the course of three years, this story has been torn apart, changed up, and butchered like you wouldn't believe. And I'm a teenager from California. So yeah - I'll be changing my mind a lot. Just...bear with me...

One more thing and then you can review! At the end of each chapter, I like to put a quote. It gives the impression that my story is poetic (don't be fooled). However, for some of the chapters, I could find none. So if you have any suggestions - even to chapters that already have quotes - or even if you have a favorite quote of yours, feel free to PM me or drop it in a review. Thanks!

~Cho Cho