“Really, Atlantis excites you? You didn’t act this surprised when I told you I could shapeshift.”
“I thought you were kidding, but I’ve learned to take everything you say and do seriously.”
“Well, I guess that’s a positive.”
“Can you show me the Atlantis text?”
“There isn’t any; my knowledge of Atlantis comes from the memories of my parents and their parent’s parents.”
“You can recall all of their memories?”
Not all, as information gets passed from one generation to the next, bits and pieces get lost in the clutter. They’re there but harder to find. It’s taking me years to retrieve our somewhat compete shifter history.”
“Will I be able to retrieve it one day?”
“No, our ancient history can only be accessed by those with pure pedigrees. Meaning everyone in their family tree was given the gift by a parent.
“Those who obtain the gift through a teacher have a recorded history that’s been muddled by the memories of the plague’s younger children.”
“So you’re basically calling me a mutt.”
“Basically, but you’re a cute little puppy, and I love you just the way you are.”
“You know, you’re starting to hurt my manhood a bit with all the cute talk.”
“I’m sorry, babe. I’ll try to cut back. After all, the father of shifter royalty deserves respect.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It means I’m pregnant.”
This is the first draft of my mauscript Shift – Don’t judge a book by its cover. I am writing it online in sections as I go. So feel free to comment, good or bad. If you see mistakes, point them out.
The story centers around shapeshifting.
I’m currently working on chapter seven.