PrologueA Chapter by Brooklyn
Prologue The scientist tapped his pen on his desk, troubled by what
he had seen less than five minutes ago. His back was still drenched in sweat,
despite the coolness of the air around him. His breath still came in ragged
gasps as he stared at the entry of the journal in front of him. It could be
anxiety dreams, he reasoned, for the scientist was a reasonable man. It was
what his field required. He could simply be worried about the operation and the
innocent lives that could be lost if something went wrong. There was no way to
test the result of the experiment; animal tests were useless because one thing
was needed to try the results. The will to transform. A mouse is happy being a
mouse and would not wish to become, say, a cat. But humans, they are never
satisfied with what they are. But the
dreams were not anxiety, and the scientist knew this, though he preferred not
to think of the alternative. He, like the scientist he was, wrote it all in a
journal"down to the last detail. He was
doing it for science. For scientific advancement. For the progress of the human
race. Though, he had begun to worry about his colleague’s motives. Dr. Follett was getting more and more
excited, they all were. But there was something different about the doctor’s
excitement. As if Follett was planning something beyond the progress that this
scientist had assumed. It was an impossible idea and the scientist put it out
of his head. Nonetheless, the notation had a way of coming at times where he
was being particularly imaginative and at those times the scientist could
almost believe it. Furthermore,
there were the words that the figure in the dream had told him. The prophesy
was spoken by a teenage girl who looked much like a older version of the one
year-old who was given to the lab in return for a rather generous portion of
money. She was the spitting image of the girl, the difference being the
unnatural, almost glowing yellow eyes in the dream. He had contemplated writing
down her words, her eerie voice still ringing in his head and making him
shiver. He had decided that every detail must be included, yet he could not
deny that the uncanny figure alarmed him greatly. Every detail. And so, the scientist
added the prophesy to his account of the vision. Seven fighters Cruelly made But created All the same Six hunters Full of uncertainty One of the seven Is lost for eternity One enhanced A gift far beyond Who carries the
weight Of the other’s fate And whose destiny Is great One leader Who doubts her skills One lover Whose love may be the
one that kills One of the strong Becomes weak As they find The answers that they
seek One of the brave Tries to hide One of the shadows Becomes alive For the first time One destroyer Begins to create One hero Must learn his place If any are to survive
this race Seven minds Six hearts Five tests Four deaths Three signs Two depart One mistake Could change it all © 2012 BrooklynReviews
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7 Reviews Added on December 1, 2011 Last Updated on April 8, 2012 AuthorBrooklynwhy do you want to know?, MAAboutI'm a fourteen year old girl that is now in her freshman year of highschool. wish me luck!. I'm awful at spelling, and I need to work on "down time" in stories. I also can't seem to write one book for.. more..Writing
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