Coming Of Age: A Narrative Fiction
Fourteen children, all fourteen years of age, every fourteen years will receive fourteen separate powers to defend the world against what it cannot defend against itself.
But when one group is replaced by another, one less shall see the next come of age.
“Well, fourteen years has gone by fast,” says a dark-haired man.
“Mark, please. These years have been the slowest of my life,” another man with light hair scoffs.
“James-” a woman puts her hand on the second man’s shoulder.
“Don’t you start with me, Michelle,” the light-haired man, James, shrugs off her hand, “You went through this too, you know how bad it was.”
“We don’t have to help you-” the first man, Mark, glares at the other.
“Mark!” the woman, Michelle, interjects.
“Michelle and I
But when one group is replaced by another, one less shall see the next come of age.
“Well, fourteen years has gone by fast,” says a dark-haired man.
“Mark, please. These years have been the slowest of my life,” another man with light hair scoffs.
“James-” a woman puts her hand on the second man’s shoulder.
“Don’t you start with me, Michelle,” the light-haired man, James, shrugs off her hand, “You went through this too, you know how bad it was.”
“We don’t have to help you-” the first man, Mark, glares at the other.
“Mark!” the woman, Michelle, interjects.
“Michelle and I