Otto's Past: Prologue

The scientist stared down at the two year old toddler, playing with the three other children. They were throwing rubber balls at each other, sometimes knocking down the lab equipment which had created them. The two year old had weird white hair, and the most startling blue eyes. The other six children was girl and two boys about the age of three. The girl's hair was curly and ginger, and one of the boy's was straight as black as a raven. The other's hair was short and strikingly orange.

"So, which one is the unique one?" the scientist's colleague asked. The scientist pointed at the albino, the only one who didn't have feathery wings on his back.

"We gave him 0.25% less avian DNA, so he'll develop wings when he's older," the scientist explained. His colleague, Mrs Harvard, frowned.

"When will he develop wings?" she asked. Mr Littleton shrugged, and held up his clip board.

"No one knows, probably when he reaches his teenage years." Mrs Harvard stared at the three children's cute feathery wings, each one the same colour as their hair.

"They'll never be able to have a normal life," Mrs Harvard said in sympathy, "It'll be awful growing up here!" Mr Littleton sighed, quickly smiling when the wingless albino looked at him.

"I know, our boss wants to experiment on them," he said, "But she's thinking about sending the albino to an orphanage-until he's grown his wings."

Mrs Harvard smiled grimly.

"Then she'll want him back."

The two year old threw balls at the older children, not realising that they were talking about his future.