Okay, so here's the outline of my story. Sophie and Keefe married and some people are... less than happy for them. (Fitz, Grady, all of the Neverseen) They had one kid in the elven world, but one night their house exploded in flames, shortly after the baby was born, (because of the Neverseen) nearly killing them. Sophie and Keefe decided that it wasn't safe in the elven world. They are now living in the forbidden cities, with their three kids, Zyla, Breala, and Aden. The family disappeared when the house burned down, so everyone thinks that they are dead.
Zyla: Blond hair, Ice Blue eyes, Enhancer, Empath, Polyglot, age 15. (Zi-la)
Breala: Blond hair, Brown eyes, Telepath,Teleporter, Empath, Polyglot, Inflicter, age 13. (Bree-la)
Aden: Blond hair, Ice Blue eyes, Telepath, Enhancer, Empath, Polyglot, age 14. (A-den)
SHIPS
Sophie + Keefe = (Zyla - Aden - Breala)
Biana + Tam = (Elleia (yes, she is named after ella) - Lawnie)
Marella + Dex = (Jonoua - Nedaline (twins)
Maruca + Fitz = (Adora - Evein - Avaly)
Stina + Jensi = (Sowha)
Linh + Wylie = (Mara)
P.S. This story is from Breala's, Mara's, Avaly's, Sowha's, Jonoua's, and Lawnie's perspective (one kid from each family) and maybe a bones P.O.V. from the parents but for right now I’m going to do Breala’s P.O.V. ?
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Introduction
My name is Breala.
I’m the youngest of three kids.
Zyla, Aden, and then me.
My Mom is Sophie Foster and my Dad is Keefe Sencen.
We’re not normal. Whe’re elves. We’re runaways.
Me and my siblings know how to defend ourselves.
We need to.
Mom and Dad say it’s because of the Neverseen.
Zyla still wakes up in the middle of the night.
She says it’s because of nightmares of fire.
According to Mom and Dad, the Neverseen set our elven house on fire right after Zyla was born, so she probably remembers flashbacks.
All of us have photographic memories.
We remember everything.
It’s hard.
I remember one time when I was little, I asked what I thought was a very simple question. Now I understand that it wasn’t.
I had asked: “Mom? Why are we hiding?” Mom took a deep breath before saying: “We’re hiding, Breala we’re hiding because… we’re runaways.
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Yes, no, maybe so? Tell me if you want me to keep going! This is my first fanfic, so it's probably going to be pretty bad. (Also if you want me to do the same thing that I did for Zyla, Breala, and Aden *hair color, abilities, eyes color, etc* just let me know.) assuming people find this.
.+*Cora*+.