The Butterfly Effect

Chapter One

Rion didn't sleep with a shirt. He also didn't close his window at night. Waking up on Saturday mornings was always pleasant because the fresh and humid morning air had such a calming affect, especially on bare skin.

He took a deep breath in, enjoying the fact he didn't need to wake up early today.

The sound of a helicopter interrupted his peaceful relaxation.

"Sshhhhhhhit. Fuck!"

He had completely forgotten he was supposed to be up by nine am for an hour of prep before being carried off to Petelhron.

"Fuck!"

It was ten am. He grabbed his suitcase, threw on a shirt, and sprinted downstairs.

Alena, his family's maid, stood by the backdoor, which lead to 37 acres of land owned by the Santos family.

"Alena! Hi! Bye!" He kissed her on one cheek and then the other before running to the heli, a private jet, which would take him to Petelhron.

"Lamtumirë, Rion," shouted Alena over the heli's engines.

The heli took off the private lawn, surrounded by trees it soon surpased in height.

Rion's next stop would be the ferry to Petelhron.

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Darah knew her family was very traditional, therefore she was not surprised when her parents told her she would be going to the small country in Europe, Petelhron, via a recreational ferry. It would take twice as long, but recreation of vehicles used even in the 2000's was important to many people here on Earth. So a ferry it was.

The sound of a ferry horn grew nigh in the distance, and Darah's father got prepared to say goodbye.

"You have your ticket?"

"Yep."

"And your phone?"

"Uh huh."

"Please tell me you have your ticket."

Darah Baidoo held up her ticket as she said, "You already asked that."

"Yeah. Yeah okay you have it."

"Why are you so nervous? Dad I'm not gonna die, jeez," she chuckled.

"Kids have died at Petelhron," he said defensively.

"You wanna know how many?" She paused, "two. In 89 years. And that's their own fault! Plus I'm shy so I won't be getting in any fights."

"Mmm. We should have had you take a heli."

"You wanted me to take a ferry because it's recreational."

"Right. Right yeah, 'cause its important. Oooh God."

Darah rubbed the bridge if her nose with her index finger and her thumb. Her father had always been ten times more nervous than her at every mildly intimidating event.