Chapter one- Lost(and the end of the prolouge)

(Prolouge ending)

I looked over my dad's shoulder, and what I saw scared me even more. A black silouette, in the shape of a tall man. He wore a black cape, and it billowed off to one side in the wind. I didn't want to see anymore, so I pressed my face into my dad's shoulder, trying to pretend it never happened.

Chapter 1- Lost

I can't remember much from before I was five. I knew I had an older brother and sister, but I wasn't the youngest, either. My brother had black hair; my sister was blonde. My mom was blonde, too, and pretty; my dad had black hair and tan-ish skin. He was tall and always had on a pair of aviator goggle things on his head.
The sad part is, my whole family is dead. I'm the only one left. My second family is dead, too, I think. See, I was adopted into another family.
My father had left me alone, and I went lookin for him. I quickly got lost and was unable to fin him, or him find me. He was dead, and I knew it. So was my mom, so was the other girl that he had picked up, because I hadn't found her, either. I sat down behind a tree and cried.
I heard something; a woman, crying. Sobbing. I peeked around my tree.
"Caliber! Caliber!" she cried. A man in a black cloak put his arm around her shoulders, trying to comfort her. There was a younger boy and girl- maybe two or three years older than me. The woman sobbed again, and I shrunk back behind my tree when one of the children turned.
"Someone's here," the one that had turned said. It was a boy. The other child sniffed. I peeked back around, and the man sniffed like a dog, raising his head into the air and sniffing almost inaudibly.
"Well done, Kourton." The man said. "You may come out now." I dissapeared back around my tree, trying to become invisible. I squeezed my eyes shut, making myself as small as I could. He repeated himself, then said it as a command.
"Come out now." All were looking at my tree when I peeked around except the woman, who was turning slowly. The boy looked at the man, and something seemed to pass between them; the boy nodded, turning to walk toward me slowly. He extended one hand forward, as if for me to take it. His gold eyes were soft, and his skin was as pale as the snow that had begun to fall. He was waiting for me to take his hand; I could tell that much. I was scared.
"Don't worry, I won't hurt you." He murmured. When I didn't answer, his face saddened. He walked closer to me, bending down on one knee and putting a hand on my shoulder. I flinched away; he was very cold, and I could feel it through my shirt.
"I'm sorry," he said, looking down. Now he was really sad. I could feel how sad he was. I reached out to him, putting my hand on his cool cheek. He looked up at me, surprised, a small smile splitting his face. "Come with me," He said. "It's okay," He reached down and stroked the back of my hand. "See?" His cold fingers left my skin tingling. He took my hand in his, and pulled me up onto his back. He walked back to his family; it was then that I realized he was tall for his age.
"Come with us, child." The scary man said.
"Here," the woman bent down, opening her arms. I hid behind the boy, shrinking down lower on his back to hide. The boy chuckled softly.
"It's ok, mom. I'll carry her." the boy said. The forest was a blur around me, and I held tighter to the boy. I didn't look up; I was scared to see what was happening. When we had stopped, there was a large white house in the middle of a grove of trees. We flew into the house and I was sat on a couch. The family dissapeared, and I soon fell asleep.