Fifteen Years Ago
"Get her to the ER, STAT!" Blue doctors robes pull the cart through several swinging doors before finding their destination. "You're going to be alright Misses Harrison. Just hold on a little longer." It doesn't take long before blood is on everything. "We have to act fast to save the baby." The surgeons pass medical tools to each other, frantically trying to save both lives. "Get me two bags of A negative," one of the doctors demands of a nurse. The tones begins steadily increasing for a few seconds, until it stops with one never-ending note. Though no one has stopped working, a voice is heard declaring the time of death.
Many minutes pass by while an anxious man sits in the waiting room. In his hand, Kyle grips tightly onto a ball cap, as though he were trying to crush it. After having sweat through his shirt, he approaches the receptionist once more. "I've been here for fifteen minutes. Will you please let me see my wife?" His demands go unmet as she keeps her attention on her computer. BANG! His fist hit the desk, a sure sign that he's had enough.
Just in time to hear his outburst, the doctor walks into the waiting room. The sight of so much blood has changed the his frustration to concern. "My wife, is she..." He can hardly speak at this point. The doctor simply comes up and places a hand on his shoulder. Kyle doesn't have to hear anything to see the bad news on his face. Kyle couldn't manage to restrain himself from crying right there. "Do you want to see him?" Face covered in tears, he looked at the doctor in hopes that the newborn child would ease his broken heart.
As he walk to the window, Kyle looks into the nursery, watching in amazement at the face of his only son. "What will you name him?" the doctor asks. "I'm thinking of naming him after Karen." The doctor chuckles a little. "Karen is an odd name for a boy." He looks at the doctor, then explains. "Her maiden name was Komo. I think that's what I'll name him." His gaze falls back on the child behind the glass.
Present Day
Komo Harrison
Komo Harrison
Here I sit, in the office of the principle. The principle of a school I really hoped I'd be able to attend. Ten Moons Academy. I just have to wait for her to show up with my test results. And with much excitement, I hear the door creak open. The sound of rustling files let's me know that my waiting wasn't in vain. "Well, mister Harrison, I-" "Komo," I interrupt her. "As I was saying, mister Komo Harrison, we have your results back." She seems to be studying them for a while. "And?" I ask. She obliges, "and we seem to have finally found her match. Or should I say her sacrifice. Newly applied and already found your true fighter. It seems luck is in your favor." She starts studying them again before she lets out a shocked gasp. "This isn't just a true pairing, it's a soul mating."
The use of the words soul and mating leave me a bit confused. "Soul mating?" The principle looks back at me and explains. "It's when a fighter and sacrifice are born on the exact same day, at the exact same second. It's extremely rare and almost always leads to a stronger unit altogether. I've never heard of a soul mating that hasn't done extraordinary things." This seems enough to get me excited. Apparently I have a soul mate.