Children of The Sun

-------------------Prologue---------------------

It was bright. The light was beaming off the girl's entire body like a flame. Her finger tips, her hair, her neck, her legs, her face and her torso all a blaze with this blinding golden light. Nobody knows her but everyone wants to as she burns bright on top of a sky scraper in the middle of New York City.

The New Yorkers have their cameras ago as the girl stretches her arms out and her head falls back dramatically- is she laughing? Her body began to spin and twirl and people begin to worry about if she falls but the cameras continue to flash.

A van came swerving into the crowd forcing people to hurry and scurry away. The rest were hurled to the floor a camera crew came tumbling out and set theirselves up and then just like that the girl was live.

"An unimaginable surprise tonight in the center of New York City, there is a girl quiet literally glowing on type of a hotel sky scraper!" The camera panned closer to the spinning flame and for a short moment you could truly see the girl's features.

She had impeccable long blonde hair like a Californian surfer and bright blue eyes as bright as the LED lights which decorated the sky scraper she was dancing on. The girl was a young adolescent and shone like the sun.

An hour later, there were two.

A boy who'd climbed many feet high up a tree in Africa and was now laughing and balancing in the tree with a small, poor crowd watching his dark skin burn. His dark dreadlocked hair tumbled past his shoulders as he hollered in his language. His blazing fist pumped into the air and his small, admiring crowd shouted and screamed to each other in fear and surprise.

The children of the slum had gathered at the front hollering the boy's name.

There were 8 in total and they all seemed to chant the same thing in their different languages.

"I am chosen, chosen to burn in glory. In glory of the sun. I am a child, I am a child of the sun,"