Lily's story will be told in three parts.
Book 1: Télos (End)
Book 2: Kathodos (Descent)
Book 3: Archí̱ (Beginning)
Book 1: Télos (End)
Book 2: Kathodos (Descent)
Book 3: Archí̱ (Beginning)
Télos Book 1 of The Children of Chaos
My name is Lily and this is my story.
Life as an almost fifteen year old was good. No easy-peasy, cake walk, but it was good. I had loving parents. I had great friends. There was even this guy…
But all good things come to an end.
The worst birthday present I thought I’d ever receive was when Zita Butler, the woman I’d trusted and depended upon my whole life, who I’d grown up to believe was my mother, told me two days before my birthday that I'd been adopted. My real mother hadn't wanted me. Finding that out fifteen years after the fact was hard to accept. But that was nothing compared to what she told me next.
My real father had come for me.
Apparently I have a job to do, some prophecy to fulfill, not that anyone – including me – really understands just what that means for me. And right now, I don’t really care either.
See, finding out I was adopted wasn’t bad enough. Oh no. Growing up believing my parents were actually my parents wasn’t the only lie I was living.
Turns out, I’m not even the same species.
I’m not human.
Yeah, I thought the same thing. No freaking way.
I tried to ignore it, disprove it, pretend it wasn’t possible. But the true nature of things have a way of coming to light whether you want them to or not and of course the timing couldn’t be worse.
So what species am I? What is my true nature? Well, turns out I’m a unique breed.
Life as an almost fifteen year old was good. No easy-peasy, cake walk, but it was good. I had loving parents. I had great friends. There was even this guy…
But all good things come to an end.
The worst birthday present I thought I’d ever receive was when Zita Butler, the woman I’d trusted and depended upon my whole life, who I’d grown up to believe was my mother, told me two days before my birthday that I'd been adopted. My real mother hadn't wanted me. Finding that out fifteen years after the fact was hard to accept. But that was nothing compared to what she told me next.
My real father had come for me.
Apparently I have a job to do, some prophecy to fulfill, not that anyone – including me – really understands just what that means for me. And right now, I don’t really care either.
See, finding out I was adopted wasn’t bad enough. Oh no. Growing up believing my parents were actually my parents wasn’t the only lie I was living.
Turns out, I’m not even the same species.
I’m not human.
Yeah, I thought the same thing. No freaking way.
I tried to ignore it, disprove it, pretend it wasn’t possible. But the true nature of things have a way of coming to light whether you want them to or not and of course the timing couldn’t be worse.
So what species am I? What is my true nature? Well, turns out I’m a unique breed.