Saturday, January 13, 2007

   story
now i know that the spelling is crap so please be nice when it comes to that fact. and this is the first time that i have put one of my stories up for people to read and i hope you like it.
I dont have a name for it yet just idears.




My world used to be a beautiful place, that was until Alcatraz touch over, our good king got rid of all the aliences between species and made them all to him. I was given away by my family before even my parents where conceived, they were told that they where to concive a profosised, or one of the ten that where to be conceived that year. I was born and given away to train at Alcatraz’ training camp. I though that my life was great, I mean what could be better than serving your dutie to the great king. I was raised that way ,never to question, and to serve in any way posible. I was traind to be the best, but I never knew I was, and neither did the king. When he found out that some how I was different to the others, stronger, faster, faster also in the way of learning. I could hear knowledge and keep it in my head for years with out need for study. He decided that I should be recruited straight away into his army, as a general. the night of my fithteenth birthday, I was called to his chambers, where he told me that I was to be honerd to become his wife. I was so surprised, I knew that the king had always held a fancey for me, but I never though that much, I was 15 he was 30. so I refused. He got angrey. And decided that he would get what he wanted, whether or not he had permission. It all happened so fast. On minute he was jumping at me, the next I shouted some word that I do not know the meaning of, then the next I am lying in the ally way outside the castel coverd in blood, which was only half mine, I soon learnd that the rest was the kings, and that I was now a wanted criminal. I did not know where to go, so I ran to the only 2 people in the world who I thought would acsept me, my parents. And I was wrong, they did not acsept me. I soon lernt that I had 2 brother. My parents had another family and ,I was not to be involved. As my mother told me when I turned up at the door cut, brused, and bleeding. Most mothers would tack there child in if they saw that, not mine. She sent me away with not even a remedy to help my pain, bleeding to death and crying. I had no one. Not my parents, I could not even think about my friends, they would by now have instructions to kill me on sight. Even though it was know that not even a hundred of them could take me in a fair fight. So I ran to the only people who might consiter tacking me in, either that or kill me, and either way I would be free of my pain. The alliance where the only people who stud against my king, who wanted, or needed me in there life, in there war. When I got to the entrance I belived to be there hiding place I did not even get though the door for I collapsed from blood loss. And once again the next thing I know I am lying in a room with things that made noise’s that I have never heard before and with tudes of some sourt of strong material that was neither gold or meatal of any kind I knew. When I opend my eyes one of the woman who had been surrounding me hugged me and she was crying, I had never had that kind of attention. I soon found out that that woman was ment to be my adopted mother, I found out that when I had turned up to the alliance I had been so badely wonded that they did not know how to help me so they sent me hear to earth and 21st centery. And that is just where my story begins.

It has been 2 years since i came to this world, and I am finally getting used to the strange ways of the world. My adopted family, the people who acsepted me when I was found, are the greatest people in the world, they, unlike my real family, love me and I love them. When I was found the police put my condition down to a beating, they said that it was so bad that I did not remember the way of the real world. And that in the fear of my attacker I had made up some other world where i was strong and safe.




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