School has been really tough, so I'm sorry if I havent been able to write. Anyways, here goes. This is the last part of the prologue.

(Soul)

          I ran through the cool water, Laughing as glittering drops made the air sparkle. I was on an island in the Bahamas with my family. There was a beach, a forest, and a port on the island. I was having so much fun. I looked in the water at my reflection. I had blond, almost white hair, and light blue eyes. I am really tiny for my age, which is nine, and I rely on agility and flexibility rather than strength.

          “Time for lunch, Soul!” My dad called from our cottage in the forest.

“Coming dad!” I shouted back. I kicked water everywhere while going back to the sand. I ran up the sandy beach into the cool, refreshing woods. Flowers were everywhere and colorful birds of every size and type flew through the thick, green canopy above me. The air smelled of fruit and rain-to-come, yet the sky was as blue as the water. When I got to the door, my mom and dad were waiting for me with a plate of pork and potatoes. I took it eagerly and sat down on the porch swing. Mom and Dad sat on either side of me. I felt safe and warm in between them and contentedly ate my lunch. After lunch, I ran up to Dad and asked,

          “Can I go down to the port please Daddy” He looked at my puppy dog eyes and said,

          “Yes you can. Be careful you don’t get in people’s way though.”

          “Thank you, Daddy!” I cried before racing through the forest, down the beach, and all the way to the port. It was a busy day today. People were coming on cruise ships and sailors were working on their boats before heading out. It was the same old same old. I was used to seeing it all. No one bothered to talk to me. It was probably because they were super busy. At first, nothing caught my eye, but then I saw what looked like three planks of wood on the beach. I ran over to investigate and almost screamed. The “three planks of wood” were three bodies lying with their faces exposed to the sun. Suddenly my head started to hurt. It had a tendency to do that whenever I had a lot of questions. I knelt on the sand and held my head in my hands. Questions raced through my head.

Where were they from? Were they still alive? What were their names? How did they get here? How old were they? Did they have any parents? If they did, where were they? Were they related? Finally the pain subsided. I got shakily back on my feet and darted back to get my parents. A little while later, the three kids were in the house having some water. There were two girls, one with purple hair and green eyes, and one with golden hair and golden eyes. The other kid was a boy about the same age as the other two. He had black hair with dark brown eyes. My mom came in the room later and said,

          “I’ll go get us some snacks, and then you three can tell us a little about yourselves.” She and Dad walked into the other room, leaving us four alone. The boy looked as if he were just about to say something when a gunshot was heard. Startled, I raced into the other room to see my parents lying on the floor dead. My eyes brimmed with tears and I knelt beside them. My arms felt for a pulse, but I knew it was in vain. Their eyes stared unknowing into space.

“No…” I said quietly.

“No!” I yelled at the top of my lungs. It was a long, grief-filled scream. I heard faint voices in the background, but they were fading. I was just about to lay down when there was a crackling sound and smoke began pouring in from all the windows. I didn’t seem to hear anything though. I was crying and didn’t care about anything else. The girl with the purple hair came in and hauled me to my feet.

“We have to get out of here.” She exclaimed over the crackling of fire. We went back to the others and the boy said,

          “It isn’t safe in the house anymore. We have to get into the fresh air. Follow me.” We all got up and ran into my parent’s bedroom (I burst into tears at the sight of it.) The smoke was bad and getting even worse. Once we were all in the room, the door slammed shut. We looked around us, hoping to find an escape. The smoke was heavy and it was hard to breath. I tried to climb out of a window, but it was boarded up. I groped in vain at the windows. I felt lightheaded and my head felt like it was getting split in two. All of a sudden, everything went pitch-black.