His Breath of Fire

Prologue

    “Mama,” I called out, small arm reaching across the center console to grab her wrist. “Why are we moving again?”

    “It wasn’t safe there anymore, sweetheart,” my mother answered while keeping her eyes on the road in front of her. Her long silver hair was pulled into a messy braid falling over her shoulder, and her skin seemed paler now. Was she scared?

    “Why isn’t it safe here anymore?” I asked, looking outside the car like I’ll spot the danger running alongside the moving vehicle. “I liked it here.”

    “I liked it here too, baby,” she soothed, sparing me a glance before concentrating on the road again. “Remember how I said we’d have to keep moving sometimes? Your safety is the most important thing to me.”

    “But what’s following us?” I continue to question, understanding evading my seven year old's mind. 

    “I know it doesn’t make sense right now, Bren, but you’ll understand in due time.  For now, sleep,” she instructs, reaching over and putting her finger to my temple.  At her command my eyes started to get heavy and I felt myself drifting off to sleep, but not before I heard, “You are the first of your kind, so you must be protected at all times…”