Prologue- Romeo Lee (POV)

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"Look at this Romeo Lee."

"What's that mommy?" a five year old boy looked up to a rock propped up on a wall.

"It's called hieroglyphs; it’s the writings of the cavemen."

"Don't they have pens and papers?" the little boy pouted. "It's not nice to write on the walls."

The woman laughs, "Back then they only have rocks, and they carved their writing on walls of their caves."

"But that isn't writing these are drawings."

"And every drawing has a meaning."

"Like how each letter has its own sound?"

"That's right."

"So what does this say?"

"Well this one shows how the cavemen captured a mammoth."

"That's the big elephant right?"

"That's right."

"Why are they catching it?"

"For food and clothing and-"

The boy scrunched up his nose, "I don't think I like cavemen."

"Why not sweetheart?"

"They're mean."

"Well, they can't live if they don't catch their food."

"Don't they have restaurants?"

The woman laughs again. "No sweetheart, restaurants came only few centuries back."

"Well, I still don't like them."

Suddenly, the door opens making the look up and saw men enter; carrying what seems to be a tub.

"You know where to put her boys."

"Daddy!" the boy ran toward the man.

The man turned, smiled and caught the boy who jumped on his arms, "Whoa, someone grew while I was gone."

"An inch and a half!" the boy says proudly.

"Wow, that's a whole lot of centimeters..."

"3.81 centimeters!" the boy shouts again.

"That's right." he then turned to the woman beside him, "Hey hon.”

"Hey..." she smiled and tiptoed to give him a kiss. Your son learned something new today."

"Really?" he smiled down at his son, "What's that?"

"I don't like cavemen." he said with a pout. "Their mean and naked."

Like his wife, he laughed. "That is true, but you know what?"

"What?" he looked at his father suspiciously.

His father gave him a knowing smile, "Fire..." he whispered.

Father was a topic the boy loved, not because it’s cool, it was because he loves the element, in fact he is fire.

"Rhaumwald..." The woman warned looking around.

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