In Faith

[This story is a teaser for a book that I'm trying to get ready to publish. Only the prologue and chapter one are available to read]

Not every myth is true, but you’d be surprised at just how many are. Over two thousand years ago the Greeks, Vikings, Chinese, and Egyptians had it right. They understood the mythical beings of their regions. However, all belief was lost some time ago. The world began to understand new ways, which were also true, and the past seemed forgotten.

However, as is the circle of life, all that is forgotten is eventually found. In this new era of mythology and life, Theodosia Nightengale seems to get caught up in the middle of everything, or could she herself be the source of it all?

[This is an original story that I have written. I claim all rights to this story and take full responsibility for any offensive content. This content is meant for the entertainment of my readers, and is not meant to be harmful in any way. Please take any further issue up with me.


2. Theodosia Nightengale

        I look at my watch and sigh.  Why does time pass so slowly when you're waiting, and so fast when you're having fun? If I could control time, time would pass slowly when you're having fun.

        Well, I’m going to be waiting for a ride for a while, so here’s what has happened so far. Earlier, I  spent four hours with nothing to do but sketch on my sketchpad, and trust me when I say that I did not have fun. I was flying a red eye flight from New York to Santa Rosa, California. My hands hurt, my eyes were sore, and it was two in the morning. Not to mention, that there was a chatty woman beside me. It was two in the morning, and she was still talking and talking and talking.

         When we first boarded the plane at 10:00 pm., neither of us could sleep. At first we talked, and then I learned a little too much about her. Her name was Kathy (I secretly called her Chatty Katty), she has three kids, is a divorcee, and hasn't had a day off in years.

         I on the other hand,  barely told her anything about myself. I don’t remember a lot about her because I was sketching while she talked. Enough about Chatty Katty, err...Kathy. My name is Theodosia L. Nightengale. My middle name doesn't matter. What does matter is that I'm fifteen and a half, and I just lost my mother.

        My life has been a rollercoaster of emotions, and it has left  me with only a few, truly stable facts in my life.      I have light blue eyes. I’m a 5 feet and 6 inches tall, Native American. I was adopted when I was a few months old. I have a sister, but she isn’t my biological sister. Josephine M. Nightengale, my sister, is two years older than me. My childhood was crappy. These are the things about me that no matter what, can not change. 

        It all began when I was five and Josie was seven.  Everything changed when our parents got divorced.  Josie lived with dad and I lived with mom, that is, until mom passed on.

        I loved my mother, but at the same time, I hated her. My mother was terrible to me, Josie, and my dad. She would leave late at night, neglect us, and she had more than a few drinking problems. When I went to live with her, my room was really small, and I mean like powder room small. After all, it was a storage closet. She was the reason I hated my childhood. 

       Even though I hated her, I tried to help her get better.  I always wished that she would.  That maybe then she would have some sort of realization and become a saint, but last month there was nothing I could do. When I got home, I found my mother on the floor unconscious. I called an ambulance, but I was too late. My mother had fallen dead after having a heart attack. If I hadn't avoided coming home like I usually do, then I would have gotten home in time. In a way, we share the blame…

       After a long trip, my plane finally landed at the Santa Rosa airport in California. It was four in the morning when I managed to get an uber driver. The driver, a man named Cal, said he usually only drives as far as Willits, but when I told him that I needed a ride to Faith he shrugged and said “I’ve always wanted to go there.”

       Cal has brown hair, and eyes as green as fresh pine needles. They look so much like the color of the trees in Faith.  Cal's a bit of a talker, and says that he’s 18 years-old,  just graduated high school, and isn’t planning on going to college.

        Cal kindly agrees to drive me to Faith with only a 10% extra charge. I pick up my bags and he helps me load my luggage into the trunk. Then slowly, I slide into the backseat. It's time for the second part of my  journey to begin. 


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