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The one born of fire and ice will save us. He walks among the white demon learning their ways. His heart is that of fire but his blood runs cold like ice. In our darkest hour, he will return and bring with him the key. The key that will unite the five tribes.

Atr'ak historical archives

The storm was nothing like what they'd said on the morning news. It was only mid morning but the whole city was draped into darkness. The large black storm clouds loomed over the city blocking out the warm rays of the sun while they bombed the city in rain. Verona and John Hatfield were drinking their steaming cups of tea, "I'm glad they don't need me up at the office. Because I don't think, I have any nice togs." John chuckled. There was a hefty thump on the front door, "I'll go and check who it is." She said as she pushed herself out of the chair. The expansive carved wooden doors grew in size as Verona entered the passageway another knock on the door, "Don't worry I'm coming." Her nimble hand reached for the door handle, as her fingers curled around the cold golden metal, thunder rolls over head. The door opened slightly with a loud creak she looked through the gap and saw nothing so she opened it up a bit more and what she saw made her scream.

In the safety of their lounge, they looked at the strange package that was placed on the doorstep. It wasn't human that was for sure it looked like something out of a sci-fi movie. Its body the part that wasn't wrapped up in the pink floral blanket was covered in dark green scales. Its head didn't resemble the human head at all it looked alien. It head narrows and ends in a curved snout. With its large golden eyes steering back, one can not but fall in love with this strange freak of nature. "It's so ugly. What is it?" Blurted Verona

"I wouldn't have a clue." John replied in a stern voice

"You're a scientist you should know."

"Look there's a note." He says pointing at a damp piece of paper that is taped to the blanket.

"It's probably just a piece of rubbish." She said.

"No its not I can see writing on it." He lent down to pick it up when the things arm shoot out of the blanket and its claws put three small scrapes on his arm. "Shit" yelled John as he looked down at his arm. The three scrapes had already started oozing warm red blood. "Are you alright honey?" She said shocked.

"Yip Rak'ah here was just trying to defend himself."

"Who's Rak'ah?"

"He's Rak'ah." John says as he points at the creature that lies on the floor, then at the white piece of paper in his hand.

"What does it say?"

"Well it just says..."

Dear John Hatfield

You May not know me but our families have a history together, all the way back to your Great Grandfather Robert Hatfield. He took me in when I was just a little lad. He protected me during what your species call World War II, and from your government until help arrived. This took three years and in that time, we bonded and he taught me your langue. Our families kept in touch over the centuries. I am hoping that just like your Great Grandfather, you to will have your part in history if you protect me son. One day in the future, I would like to meet you, as the protector of my son. I would have contacted you earlier but I could not find you on Earth, Then I heard that the Hatfield's have a house on Rec'alan. Sadly, I can not give you my son in person as I have urgent maters to attend here.

You're sincerely

Vark'ah

P.s. Watch out Rak'ah is quick and he will bite you if you get to close

A ghostly silence entered the room as John finished reading the letter. He look up at his wife, and then back down to the bundle of scales that lay at his feet. Rak'ah had somehow managed to crawl out of the blanket and made his way over to the fire place. His tail moved in a serpentine fashion as he sat there memorised by the dancing flames. His head swayed left and right slowly, as his eyes tracked each vanishing flame. He looked up at John; his large golden eyes shimmered with intelligence in the orange light. "We should give him to the Government." Verona said crossing her arms.

"No! We can't his father is asking us to protect him, and if my Great Grandfather protected Vark'ah; then we will do the same for Rak'ah here." Replied John, in a harsh and protective tone. He looked down to the patch of carpet in front of the fire where Rak'ah had been. His eyes widened the boy was gone. He did a quick look around the room and could not see him anywhere. He carried on looking around the room when he felt a heavy weight on his foot, he looked down to see the little boy sitting on his slipper and curling up into a ball. His chest slowly rose and fell as the boy fell into a deep sleep. "I'll take a blood sample tomorrow morning before I head into the office."

"So you're going to leave me here with that thing." Verona proclaimed loudly

"Yes you will be left here with Rak'ah, and I will call form the lab and tell you if I find anything. Is that alright darling?"

"No you're still leaving me with him." She said pointing at the boy curled up on John slipper.

"Look I know you don't like this but we have to look after him. I remember what Dad told me about Vark'ah, he is a nice man."

"Well if that's his son, I don't want to meet him."

"If you don't want him in the house I will rent out a storage unit and set it up in the back yard."

"No I'm saying that we should give him to the bloody Government." Verona said with hate churning in her voice. "If his father can't take care of him why should we? It's not our problem. That's why we should just give him to the Government."

"I'm going to the lab and I'm taking Rak'ah with me. See you later." With that, John bent down and lifted the boy from his slipper startling him. He placed the bundle of squirming scales into his work bag zipping it up but not all the way allowing a gap for fresh air to enter and headed for the door. The sound of the rain was drowned out by the roar of the V8 sports car.