PROLOGUE

[ PROLOGUE ]

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The Sky People.

   They giggle and spin like children. Like they had never been happier in their lives. Boys and girls hold hands and smile. Some of them lay in the grass and stare up at the sky. Happiness, relief, excitement, they all feel it.

   And for a second, as she watches them laugh and yell, Sayah wishes she could feel it too.

   She soon brushes those thoughts away. She's a warrior. She had a job to do.

   "They are strange." A voice comments as they approach beside her. "What do you think is their purpose?"

   "They landed here, Lincoln." Sayah responds. "From the sky," She adds, glancing up. "Their purpose could be anything, brother."

   Before Lincoln can reply, a deep voice from one of the Sky People catches their attention. There appeared to now be two main groups. A blonde girl stands to the side of a dark-skinned boy, her face is full of worry and concern. The dark-skinned boy glares at a brunette and his two allies who stand across from them.

   "Seems that they are not all united." Lincoln murmurs.

   "Wherever they came from must have laws," Sayah voices her thoughts. "Maybe they're divided somehow." She keeps her gaze on the brunette, who snarls something to the opposite pair.

   Sayah furrows her brows. He stands tall with his chin up — he's confident. He must be a fighter of some sort. His body language only increased her interest. He seemed very on guard and tense. One of the pair across from him respond back to him and it seems like something personal. But the boy doesn't react. But then, when the people surrounding him weren't looking, there's only a split second. Sayah sees his confidence falter for a moment then it suddenly goes back up. Like nothing had ever happened. Interesting.

   He was good at it; putting on a facade. He had to be some sort of fighter. He held himself too confidently to be considered weak. But there was a facade for a reason, Sayah knew, he was trying to protect himself. From what? From who?

   Sayah continues to watch him, brows furrowed. "That boy. . ." She whispers, more to herself.

   "Which one?" Lincoln replies.

   Sayah held her tongue. It didn't matter. Why was she thinking about him like that? "We must head back to the village. I've seen enough." She turns around, beginning to walk in the opposite direction, away from Lincoln.

   She didn't know why she had become so invested in the boy. She didn't know why she had questioned him like that; pulled him apart in her mind and searched so deeply. He was just a Sky boy. The enemy. She puts her thoughts of him away, scolding herself for even wasting her time on him.

   Lincoln caught up quickly. "Ah, so you are in charge now?" He questions, raising his eyebrows.

   Sayah was glad that he hadn't mentioned her sudden eagerness to leave. Scoffing, she replies, "No. But if I was, everything would be much better, wouldn't it?" Lincoln huffs annoyedly and Sayah cracks a smile.

The brunette still lingered in her mind unusually. She wonders if she'd see him again. Maybe even behind his carefully built facade.

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a/n

here we gohello! this is a book i started a long time ago n hated so much so i decided to rewrite it ( as best i could at least )anddddd i like memes. so i guess i put them in the author's notes of each chapter .n   e   ways

hope you enjoy this book !

^ sayah when thinking about murphy n what he's like deep deep down