The air was heavy and cold as Delaware followed the creaking stairs down into dark and ominous basement. As he descended the stairs, he could hear a sound from the darkness below. He aimed his flashlight down and caught the end movement of someone or something moving across the floor. It scurried behind a covered work bench. From what he could make out, it was a small child. read more...

Delaware St. John awoke suddenly. Dripping in sweat, he quickly snapped up his notebook that lay poised on his nightstand. His fingers raced to the first blank page he could find. He began writing feverishly. His mind was flooded with random images and words that flowed from his brain through his pen and onto the paper. read more...

Delaware sat down on a bench in the park. The park was empty, not a soul in sight. It was about a month into autumn and the trees were beginning to change color. The air was nice and crisp. He gazed up into the trees and began to ponder life. "Was life, like nature, on a set path?" he wondered. Then he found himself speaking aloud. "Does any of it really matter?" read more...

Simon flipped through the pages of yet another book from the store shelves as Kelly typed away at her computer. It seemed to him like months he’d been looking for the same two things: more information about the ‘Protector/Destroyer’ lore and any information that could lead to discovering who Delaware’s real parents were. read more...