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  Forgotten and Destined

  BOOK ONE OF THE FORGOTTEN SERIES

  BY CATT

  COPY RIGHTS 2015 CATT.

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  This book is a work of Fiction Names, Characters, places and Incidents are products of the Authors Imagination or are used fictitiously. Any Resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons living or Dead is entirely coincidental.

  This book has some Language/ sexual content and is recommended for ages sixteen and up Thank you.

  Prologue

  “We have to do this Summer, It’s the only way to keep her safe.”

  “Harris she belongs with us. We’ve only had her a few days. How can you even think about letting her go?” Summer cries, tears pouring down her face.

  “I know honey, it’s killing me too. But they’ve broken into the Keeper's World Summer. If any of them get her… Think what they will do to her.”

  Summer gazes down at her beautiful daughter tears falling from her face onto the baby's forehead. Looking back up at her husband she declares “Harris she’s never going to know who we are, how much we love her.”

  “I know honey” Harris says wrapping his arms around his wife pulling her and his child into his arms.

  “Summer you must listen to me, we will always watch over her. These are loving people you handpicked them. They will give her a good home.”

  “I know Harris but this is killing me. She’s going to hate us. When she turns eighteen and finds out her whole life has been a lie. She’s never going to forgive us.”

  “You don't know that Summer. Remember she’s a Keeper; she has the heart of a warrior which is forgiving above all else. She is our daughter and being so makes her braver, stronger, one of the best warriors the heavens ever created. She will hold forgiveness, kindness, love, humanity all in her heart. I can feel it Summer. One day she will rule the keepers and our world but until then it’s up to us to make sure she stays safe.”

  “Let’s do this. The longer I hold her, the harder it is for me to think about letting her go.” Summer wells with apps solution to her voice. Harris kisses his beautiful wife on the head looks down at his daughter takes her small hand in his as tears run down his cheeks.

  Bending down he places a single kiss to his daughter's forehead whispering “I love you Angel, we will be counting the days until you return to us.” Letting go of his daughter's hand he looks at the bedroom of the couple's house, his wife has chosen to raise their daughter. Their names are Kristie and Raymond Parker. Summer has this ability to see inside a person’s heart she knows if they are filled with hate, anger or goodness and love, she says the love this couple shares the kindness in their hearts; they are the couple to raise our child. Taking a deep breathe he holds up his left hand with a wave, he speaks the word nursery, watching as the new room forms before his eyes. Walls with bright colors Angel’s everywhere. On one wall he places a mirror image of the city on their world. The mirror looks like it’s made of gold as does their city. You can make out people walking around on the streets with angels walking amongst them their wings spread in holiness and superiority.

  “Harris it's beautiful. I can’t believe you put a picture of our world on the wall " Summer says running her fingers over the image.

  “I hope as she grows she will gaze upon this mural and maybe… somehow sense a connection to her home.” Turning away from his wife, Harris lifts his hand again when he speaks this time it’s with confidants and command to his deep voice. “This house shall be a haven for my daughter. The Parker's will know her only as their daughter. All people the Parkers come in contact with from the past, the future, as well as the present will know this child as the Parker’s daughter. She will be known as Malaya Summer Parker; not a neither nor demons will know of her existence. Upon her eighteenth birthday, the Parkers along with all people she has ever come in contact with will cease to know of her existence. She will then return to her rightful home. Take her legitimate place in the Keepers' world as Princess Rain Summer Livingston World Keeper. Her powers will begin to immerge slowly as she grows closer to her eighteenth birthday. Upon midnight of her eighteenth year, all her powers will ascend upon her commanding, her body, her heart, her soul. Feeling her with the powers only she is meant to hold, she is our daughter the princess of the keepers world the future ruler of all neither’s and keepers. The ruler over evil, she will fight to protect all human kind. Hell will rule the day she was ever conceived. She will be one of the most feared keepers of all times. All I have proclaimed will come to pass. Harris lowers his hand and motions for Summer to bring forth their daughter his heart is heavy splintering into a million pieces, knowing this is the last time he will hold his baby girl.

  Summer kisses her daughter, tells her she loves her more than life and she will always be watching over her. Then she places the baby in her husband's arms. Harris walks over placing the baby in the crib he created. The baby begins to cry as if she knows something is wrong. She acts like her heart is breaking as much as mother and fathers is. Harris leans over the crib whispering to his daughter “Live my beautiful girl be happy. Be free let nothing in this world hold you back. You are the best of me. There is nothing you can’t do, you are my princess I love you” The baby continues to cry as Harris walks back to Summer wrapping his arms around her he declares one word “Home.”

  Chapter 1

  Have you ever had the feeling something isn’t right? I've had that feeling for the last two weeks. I've been noticing some freaky shit going on with me. At first, I thought it was just me being clumsy but looking down at the bedroom doorknob I’m holding right now I’m beginning to have my doubts on about that. The metal is smashed together so tight you’d never know it was a doorknob if you didn’t know it to begin with. UGH! What is wrong with me? No one should be able to do the shit I’ve been doing the past couple of weeks. I bet I could get in the Guinness book of records for F’ing up doors. Yep in the last two weeks I have literary broken nine doors. But most of the times it’s just been the knobs but on three different occasions I cracked the freaking wood. That is so not normal. I know that much, but what am I supposed to do about it? It’s not like I can go to my parents or my friends and say “Hey I think I might have super powers. Watch what I can do to this door.” Yea I could so see that going over without me getting a trip to the local hospital. I have been thinking though if I decide not to go to college, I can always become a weight lifter. I’ve seen these commercials on TV for female weight lifters they make a lot of money. I try picturing myself telling my parents “Hey guys I’m not going to college. I’m really strong so I’ve have decided I’m going to become a weight lifter.” My mom would try to be supportive while my dad would be having a coronary. Laughing at my own crazy ass thoughts I shake my head choosing to forget it all for now.

  I’m turning eighteen tomorrow. Three days later I graduate from high school. God that sounds great I'll be an adult no more high school. I’ll have summer off before starting college. Tonight, my two best friends are taking me out for my birthday. Tomorrow, my family will be having a party for me but it is a family only event. So tonight, I'm going to party with my friends. My parents think I'm going t
o be staying overnight with Angie. Angie Knight and Liz Bristle are my best friends; I love them like they're my sisters. We have been friends…well I don't really remember a time when we weren't friends. Tonight they are taking me to the city we are going clubbing. Well not really clubbing I think to hold the term clubbing you have to be going to numerous clubs. We are only going to one club as far as I know but it sounds cooler to say we are going clubbing rather than we are going to a club. See the difference? I've never been in a club at all. I’m really hoping they don't ask for identification. Angie says she's been there before and they never asked her for ID so she says we have nothing to worry about. Guess we will have to wait and see. Laying the doorknob on my night stand I head down stairs knowing I’ll find my parents in the kitchen.

  “Hey” I say walking in the kitchen. My parents look around at me, but my dad was the first to speak.

  “Lana I want to make sure you remember the rules about drinking.”

  Without giving me opportunity to reply he continues to talk. To be honest, that’s for best I hate lying to my parents, which I will be doing if I tell them I won’t be drinking. There’s no way I’m following the no drinking rules tonight. I don't drink much but if I get in the club I’m definitely getting my drink on.

  “Lana hello do you hear me?”

  “Sure Dad I hear you” I reply knowing full well I have no idea what he said.

  “Hey Mom don't forget I'm going to be staying with Angie but don't worry I'll be home for our family birthday party.” Yea I know, I said I hate to lie to my parents but what can I say sometimes a girl’s got to do what a girl’s got to do. Angie reserved us a room last week. After we discussed we were going to be drinking, there is no way we would drink and drive. Personally I think that shows our maturity. I watch as mom shuts the oven door; she is baking my birthday cake for tomorrow. She turns towards me

  “Your cousins will be getting here at seven tomorrow just be home by then.”

  “I’ll be here before seven I can't wait to see Jules and Beth it's been what six months?” I question. My mom's name is Kristie Parker; she's a social worker and to me, the best mom in the world. She’s beautiful, tall, and slim with long blond hair hanging past her shoulders its cut in layers around her face setting off her blue eyes. She doesn’t look anywhere near her age. She is thirty nine but looks closer to twenty nine. I have always wished for my mother’s hair color instead of the red I got stuck with. People tell me they love my hair they say it’s beautiful. As much as I hate the red I have to admit my hair is one of my best qualities. At least it’s not bright red. Actually it’s more of a brown with red highlights. That’s what I like to think anyway. But it is super thick and it lies in waves down my back. Matter fact I have to move it out of the way when I sit down or I’d be sitting on it all the time. The only thing I sort of got from my mom is our eye color we both have blue eyes, however the blue of our eyes is completely different the blue of my eyes resemble the blue of the sky while the blue of my mother’s eyes run more towards a mix between blue and brown making the color of her eyes look hazel sometimes. But our close eye color is the only thing I have ever been able to find my mom and I have in common so I hold onto it with everything I am. I am pulled out of my thoughts by the sound of Mom’s voice.

  “It's more like eight months since we saw them.”

  “Really?” I asked. “It’s been that long? Hmm…well I can’t wait to see them.”

  Lana my dad calls “Have you thought any more about what you’re going to take in college?”

  “No Dad I haven't. I’ll worry about that later right now I want to enjoy myself, have some fun with my friends. I'm turning eighteen. Graduating high school all I want to do is enjoy my right of passage.”

  “Well you need to decide what you’re going to do. You are turning eighteen tomorrow along with turning eighteen comes responsibility. Part of which is being an adult. Being an adult is acting responsible it all goes hand in hand. I’m not sure rite of passage has anything to do with it though.”

  “Raymond stop-this right now. Leave her alone let her have fun right now. God she can deal with college after summer is over. Sweetheart you are right you do need to be enjoying your rite of passage” My mom pats me on the back as her eyes shoot daggers at my dad. Score one for me.

  Lucky for me my dad does what my mom told him and he never mentioned school again. My dad is Raymond Parker; he is a history teacher at the community college. He’s uh… little bit uptight he always wants everyone to have all their ducks in a roll. He gets upset with me a lot because I never have my ducks in a roll. I’m doing alright if I can even find the ducks he’s talking about much less have them in some type of freaking roll. Dad is tall and slim he has dark hair with the smallest amount of gray mixed in. His round glasses makes him resemble an older Harry Potter. My parents are total opposites in every way the planets must have been lined up in my poor old dad favor it’s the only plausible explanation as to how someone like my nerd of a dad ended up with a hot chick like my mom. Yep my mom is a MILF. You would never know they’ve been married for twenty-three years. Not with the way they are always making out. Hanging all over each other all gods time trust me when I say before walking in any room in my house you better make sure to make a lot of noise otherwise you might see and hear some shit that could scar you for life. Gross I know. I’m just glad my mom saved me from yet another lecture from my dad on how I am the oldest child in the family yet for some reason; beyond him, I'm always the one that acting like the youngest.

  I hear Angie's car pull up and my excitement begins growing by leaps. Running to the door I yell “I’m coming.” Watching as Angie and Liz both shout “hurry up” throwing their hands up in the air. Leaving the door open I run up stairs grab my overnight bag run back to the kitchen give my mom a hug telling her I love her at the same time. My mom finally releases me after whispering in my ear to have fun tonight she tells me not to worry about anything it’s my night enjoy it. We smile at each other in that moment I’m almost positive she knows what we are going to be doing tonight but she alright with it. “Weird huh?” Walking over to my dad I kiss him on his cheek then place my arms around his neck hugging him. I tell him I love him. My dad hugs me tight telling me he loves me, he says he’s sorry for starting in on me about school. Then he tells me to go have fun just be careful.

  “Thanks Dad I love you too don't worry I’ll be careful” I promise him as I end the hug pick my bag up. With one last goodbye to my parents I’m out the door. I take off full speed for Angie's two thousand seven yellow convertible PT Cruiser I jump in the back seat. The three of us let out a squeal knowing we are going to have the time of our lives tonight. Bonus no freaking parents.

  “Hey guys look I got the new boots. How do they look?” I question holding my left leg up, I have been dying for these boots for the past three months so my mom and Aunt Judy took me to the mall yesterday and bought them for me. They are black leather with three-inch hills the leather comes up past my knees I think they go great with my black hip hugging jeans and low cut black belly shirt but Angie and Liz are the fashion guru so their advice is a must. When you lack any fashion ability at all you learn to depend on the friends you have been blessed with that have true fashion guru abilities.

  “OMG you got them. I can't believe you got them. They look fantastic, shit Lana when did you become so hot? The green eye shadow with the black eye liner is killer the whole emo black dressed thing you got going on looks freaking amazing on you and of course your fabulous hair is gorgeous as always. I swear to god I might be developing an actual girl crush on you. Oh the boots are awesome too. You do realize if you had been listening to Liz and I years ago you’d been getting laid a lot more.”

  “Shut up Angie let her alone not everyone is the slut you are. Not everybody has to have sex five days out of the seven days in the week.”

  “Says the virgin” Angie says then burst out laughing at the lazier beams shooting from Liz’s eyes
.

  “Lana you look fantastic honey you are the only person I know who is able to dress in all black but wear green eye shadow and be able to pull the shit off like a runway model. The boots are Fucking awesome too.” The whole time Liz is speaking she is still shooting lazier beams towards Angie.

  I laugh at the both of them. They are crazy. Trust me when I say they love each other to death it’s just hidden with all the arguing they do with one another. Liz may not be able to pull off the green eye shadow but why would she want to? She has blonde hair hanging past her shoulders like my moms, she doesn’t wear makeup nor does she need to she has a natural beauty about her. I look over at Angie she is so different from Liz or I she has jet-black hair her naturally dark skin comes from her Mexican heritage. Her makeup is on heavy her black eye liner setting off her deep drown eyes. Where Liz and I are tall and slim Angie is short, curvy. Guys fall all over themselves trying to get her attention she knows it too.

  Angie backs out of my driveway the wind blowing in our hair the music blasting from the radio as we all sing alone to some stupid song laughing as we turn onto the freeway.

  “Hey” Angie yells over the music. “Are we going to the hotel to put our things away first? Or heading right to the club?”

  Liz and I yell back “motel first” then start laughing. It doesn’t take long before we are entering the city. We see the sign for the motel come into view. Angie pulls in the parking lot stopping in front of the office. We all jumped out of the PT running inside excited about the night ahead. We are laughing making fun of Liz’s boomed attempt at flirting with the guy behind the check in counter. We pull the car around until we find our room number then Angie parks in the empty slot in front of the room door. While Angie unlocks the door Liz and I grab our things. As soon as we walk in the room we drop our bags grasp hold of one another as we scream the three of us jump up and down knowing we pulled it off. My parents think I’m staying with Angie, and Angie's parents think she is with Liz, and I hate to say it but Liz's parents are loaded with money they are always gone plus they could care less about Liz. As long as whatever she is doing doesn’t interfere with what they’re doing they are alright with it. It’s sad because Liz is a great person she has a huge heart no thanks to her parents. The way I see it, it’s their loss they are missing out on knowing someone very special. We are still laughing when we grab up our makeup bags head making our way to the bathroom mirror each of us squeezing in front of the limited space in front of the mirror making sure we look perfect before we head back out. After freshening up we are out the door back in the PT headed for our night of adventure.