At the break of dawn, a pale hand stretches across the bed and slammed the ringing alarm off. Anxiously, he sprung to his feet, and strolled to his bathroom. Splashing his sleepy face awake, revealing an unforeseen excitement as he coiffed his blonde hair into a gel slickened puff.
"Hmm, A new day, new school equals to a free and easy life... like a holiday" Draven said to himself, adding his final yet gentle brushstroke. Donning on a typical sweatshirt and pants, he did a brief check of his fridge, mentally noting down what's required and headed to the door.
the lever down, he locked it, by pressing a palm on the door before heading down the elevator. Flipping the hood up, he pushed through the building; frosty air strikes his nose pink, reminding him of the brutally chilly fall in the wee hours of the night. His jogging feet splashed the stoned pavement, fading into the fog. The streetlights shinned through, hazing the streets of London with a silent hue; strikingly unfamiliar from its usual demeanour.
Pass a mixture of futuristic and retro buildings down the lane, clearly displaying their own unique evolution, odd yet for some reason it seemed splendid together.
Sometime later, slowly more and windows were alit, shedding some light through the early birds’ curtains. Rusted shutters rustled up in the stiff air. Draven continued jogging; an enticing smell wafted into his nose, guiding him to the source. He crossed the road, walking into the shop and returning out, with buns and bread rolls peeking from his paper bag. He munched on a beef patty, as he loved having an early snack after a long jog. He strolled to the convenience store and headed home with his groceries in tow.
When he reached, he noticed his door was unlocked, open with a narrow slit. He sent a command by clashing with the side of his shoes, it automatically untied itself. Draven slipped them off and quietly stepped in. 'Man. I hope this isn't a prank! Maybe, it is Dad? he often has the habit of coming in uninvited.'
He poked his head into the living room, his blue-jay irises widened, as they met the intruder's night black eyes, holding the solicitous quality of a butler. At once Draven concluded him to be an envoy sent by his father. 'Hmm, I haven't seen him before... he must be a new butler or servant!'
The messenger did a curtsy bow, said "Good morning, Mr. Castel"
Draven nodded and greeted him back. The messenger studied his former young master for a while, smoothened his black blazer and continued "I am here to deliver news from your father."
He pulled out a fresh envelope from his blazer's inner pocket and presented it to him. Draven took it and verified it to be the real. Unknown to most, other than family's insignia on the ocean, blue seal, it had a dot at the edge of the envelope, signifying how important the message was from the number of dots.
Draven sent a nod, the messenger backed out of the flat. "Farewell, Mr. Castel"
Bottle of anxiety, pensively stared at the envelope, lounging back on his armchair and tore it open. Unfolding the letter to his view; reading through the contents, the light in his eyes diminished and gradually his face scrunched into a sour grape. Peeling his eyes from his father's conclusion, his hand crumbled the paper into a ball. The letter in his palm trembled under his vexation.
Quick gait, he walked inside the kitchen and tossed it into the trash, getting that bloody half-wit reply off his face. How could he stand it when they were asking him to just bear it? How can he bear the onslaught of his peers’ vicious discrimination for another high school year?
In order to unfreeze his mind of worries and his personal hate speech for his father and grandfather; busied himself, preparing a hearty breakfast. While cooking, internally he couldn't bear but asked himself 'Why Dad? Don't you know how miserable I am in this school?'
'I am already a disgrace to the Castel clan, why can't he just send me to an ordinary school?' putting a pan on the electric stove and lighted it up, tossed some oil.
'I know, that old fart said he wanted me to toughen up as a descendant! But isn't that useless now that I am banished? And without a superpower, how will I gain the right to speak for myself in public?' cracking open two eggs, they sizzled meeting the heated pan and then pressed two slices of salami on the other side of the pan.
'Dad is always busy, maybe I can ask mom for a transfer? I hope she agrees!' he thought, serving his platter with eggs then the salami. After buttering his toast, his poured a cup of his daily kickstart expresso. Before he could start, he quickly dressed for school and packed his tiffin.
After having his fill, Draven gave his mother a ring, the cell beeped for a second.
A young female's voice answered "Hello, brother! How is life treating you so far?"
Draven sighed at his fate, 'Why her?'
He replied "Hi, yeah good, Brittany! Can you call Mom, I want to talk to her?"
Brittany picking up his tone, said "Oh really, I heard from dad that… ".
"Brittany dear, who is on the line? Can you pass it to me?" Draven's mother's voice in the background interrupted Brittany's taunting.
Draven heard Brittany's respond "Mum, it's Draven"
Heard rushed steps over the phone.
Draven's mother, Mrs. Anya answered "Good morning sweetie, how are you?"
Draven said "I'm good Mum!"
Mrs. Anya as a concerned mother, she said "So why have you called? Is something wrong?".
Draven shot back "Yes Mom, something is wrong… Didn't I ask Dad to transfer me to a new school?"
His mother replied "He did say yes when I brought out that topic to him..."
Irritated, Draven said "Then why do I have to go to this shitty school?"
His mother reprimand him "Watch your manners Draven. It must be your grandpa's doing, he often likes to meddle with other people's businesses."
Knowing the status of his grandpa, Draven's spirits deflated, he asked "So there is nothing I can do?"
She cheered him "I can't stand knowing that my son is bullied. Don't worry, I will force your father to transfer you to a better one… Oh, it's already 6, you better get ready for school" and sent smooches through the phone.
Draven smiled, feeling better he said 'goodbye' to his mother before hanging up the phone.
Strapping a bag across this shoulder and exited his apartment, walking down the usual path to school.
Thirty minutes later, Draven climbed a tall, trimmed green hill. Few students were sitting on the wet grass and benches at the side; chatting among themselves. He walked on the red footpath leading to the grand school complex.
The stoned walls were painted in the school's colours surrounding the tall buildings. The buildings shinned against the morning sun, peeking through the fog making it seem ancient and otherworldly to the onlookers. Drawing near to the main entrance etched with bold letters of black 'Mount Vernon High School, Camden.'
He walked through the large stainless-steel gates. The inside grounds had a white stone pavement stretching from the entrance all the way to the steps of the school buildings. And in the centre, was a beautiful twenty-feet ceramic fountain decorated with flowers at the bottom and had patio gazebos on both sides of the path with a well-maintained lawn. Draven walked straight to the main building.
Walking the school halls, he passed a group of students. In his own thought, a couple of boys sneakily avoided Draven and devised a prank.
A brown-haired boy sporting a leather jacket, shapeshifted the water in his bottle into a snake and the other froze the ground ahead of Draven. The snake slithered closer to Draven and spooked him from the behind. He screamed in shock and stepped back and, slipped. He fell over himself trying to steady his balance on the slippery floor and suddenly the snake turned into a hose, spaying water on his pants. "Guys look, he peed himself! Haha!" the others laughed along. Expecting an outburst from Draven that never came, he became disinterested and sprayed water all over Draven's body and casually strolled from the scene with his buddy.
The students jeered, Draven stomped to the lost and found room and, borrowed some clothes. Unlike his peers, he didn’t have self-drying clothes since he felt they were a waste of his precious money and would rather stick to his outdated, dumb clothes instead. And
He searched the clothes section, unable to find anything decent. He was about to quit; his foot stumped against a worn-out box. Draven picked it, going through the box, he found a pair of retro jeans with many pockets. He checked out a few shirts; chose a white shirt and the dark-blue jeans.
He ran to the washroom and changed his clothes Making best of the situation, he styling his already wet hair, matched his rugged style and admired himself. Appreciating his good looks for a moment, forgetting the recent incident.
Draven thought to himself 'With this handsome face, how am I still single?'.
His mood instantly soured knowing the reason why?
There was nothing wrong with Draven, he was perfect in almost every department. Being the only one without an ability in a superhuman school. He became the no.1 target of every bully.
To clear his mind, he went to relax on the school's rooftop. Leaning on the rail, he watched the students coming in, while they chatted with their friends. Frustrated for many reasons, he tried distracting himself. He checked his jeans pockets and pulled out a weird looking, pocket diary.
It had a wooden brown cover centred a rhombus shaped emerald with a thick border of gold and sending ripples of waves from the centre to the corners of the book.
Draven stared, mesmerised by the gem. All of a sudden, a blinding green, light exploded. Falling on him; his eyes weakened into a deep sleep.
*Beep… beep* a coarse voice made his presence "Congratulation, Draven. You have been chosen as my host! Welcome to the Legend's scroll, I Lord Vernon will be your guide."
"Hey slacker get up, stop sleeping…" the A.I growled "Is this how you treat your Overlord Vernon, the leader of the demonic…" his banter sounded gibberish in his fading consciousness.
Sun blazed down the roof, a pesky fly buzzed around the unconscious boy and landed on his face, tiny feet grazed down the bridge of his nose. Irritated, his facial muscles clenched. It fled, as a hand raised itself to scratch the itch, his blue-jay eyes winched open to the sunny sky.He groaned, slowly bended his body up, drawing his feet to him. Glancing at the groggy surroundings while a palm massaged his aching head, trying to make a recount. 'Shit, why does it feel like a hangover? I don't remember drinking anything but coffee in the morning!''Wait, was I drugged?'"Draven get up! Get up, kid!" Draven stood in attention, frantically looked around, searching for the owner of the senior-citizen's voice.The same voice, laughed within his head. Holding his head, he thought 'No, have I turned mental?'. Draven started slapping himself silly until the laugh faded."Hmm, maybe I am just imagining things... Haha! I guess, I really need to get myself c
Time flowed like a stream; the period ended. Draven packed his belongings and headed to the art room. He hummed to himself, the eye of the tiger song. The halls were packed, as the students moved to and fro to their respective classes. Draven pushed, squeezing through the crowd. Suddenly he slipped. A girl in a baby pink skirt and white blouse stepped closer to him; her plump, strawberry-red lips curved into a smile. She raised a hand. Under her power, Draven floated to his feet, their eyes clashed for a fraction. She turned and walked with her friends. Draven mouthed "Thanks" She paused and without looking back, she nodded; fading into the distance. Starstruck, Draven stood in the middle of the hall. Vernon spoke, breaking Draven from his thoughts. "Haha, who knew you would fall so easily in love? That's weak, kiddo!" Draven whispered to himself "Why? … She seems familiar, where have I seen her before?" A shoulder bumped i
Within Draven's mindspace, Vernon said “Kid,why are you holding back? Just go and punch that brat in the face until he cries for his mommy!” Draven said “hey it's not that simple he has powers and I don’t! It was unfair from the start.” Vernon disagreed, he said “Stop making excuses! He isn't as strong as he looks.” 'Not strong?' Draven scoffed. “Are you blind? He is definitely stronger than me!” “Well not anymore, check your stats” Vernon said and displayed his stats. Strength: 27 .... .... Overall Power level: 0.6 Power: Invisibility (Awakened) Skills: Misdirection. Verdict: Strength and intelligence above average human. Still extremely weak. Vernon said "Look your invisibility is awakened but you can’t use it yet?” “Why?” “It is still at level zero! If you want to use it then you can upgrade it to level 1. But don’t!” Draven quickly added the remai
Under her questioning gaze, his throat went dry. Abby leaned against the wall with crossed arms.He stuttured "I... I was in the toilet...had a really bad one....Sorry I .... I took too long"Abby stiffled her laugh within her petite hands.Sternly, she said "I still won't excuse you for this! So, you better stay behind!"Draven nodded and dragged his feet to his seat.He picked his brush and began painting. While he was painting, a soft voice caressed his earbuds. "Hey, what happened? And happened to your clothes?"With shifty eyes, he said "I wasn't feeling well and I somehow had ruined them... And borrowed my friend's spare clothes."Karisa gave a sincere smile, said "Oh! I didn't know, sorry for asking. Are you feeling better now?"Breathing in her rosy fragrence, suddenly his heart leaped, viewing her through flowery lens. Surpressing his emotions, he replied "No worries. It's OK. I am fine."Draven smiled int
Daven was late. Knowing his Maths teacher’s temperament, he would be in for a scolding. He took a deep breath and knocked, before walking in. Draven apologized, informed her of his reason behind his tardiness. Mrs. Winchester for a wonder said the strangest things. “Next time, be on time and take your seat.' Draven took his seat at the back of the class and flipped his notebook open. Swirling a Ten between his fingers while listening to her lecture. Time passed like a blur. When half of the day was over, the lunch bell rang. The students rushed through the halls, either to chat with their buddies outside or the school cafeteria. Draven carried his sorry ass out of the class with a bag over his shoulder, heading to the rooftops. With a dazed expression, he slowly climbed the stairs. But internally, he was chatting with Vernon in the system. Vernon said "Do you want to see the stats now?" “Okay” ---Legend's Scroll---
Draven lethargically climbed up the stairs. He could have taken the elevator but there wasn't one in this crummy building. He could complain for hours, about this rundown, paint-peeled apartment but sadly it was the only one which fitted perfectly with his budget. In the beginning, it was hard for Draven to digest the word ‘Abandoned’ while sitting on the roadside for hours, the freezing cold was enough to pinch him back, to the reality of his circumstance. Moving on, Draven swallowed his pride and begged for a job, sometimes he threw himself out for the alms of the beggars or dumpster-diving for the crumbs to satiate himself. With his new identity, as a street kid, he sloged like an ox for a meagre wage doing odd jobs; at desperate times, even the offer to humiliate himself for money seemed enticing. A slave to money. When his pockets were full, his stomach wasn’t. It always manged to take fight by its
Today school was closed for the weekend, out of habit; he went for an early jog. Instead of going down his normal routine, he jogged further to the next street. Draven heaved, leaning against the brick wall, to catch his breath. He cussed, wiping the sweat on his chin. 'I certainly didn't expect it to be this far! Damn that old fart!' A green thread of light, buzzed from the bracelet, he popped to the size of a little fairy. Vernon shouted "Hey, quit whining! This is just a warm-up!" Draven said "But, I could have easily warmed up on the gym's treadmill." Vernon replied "Running outside and inside aren't that different. But they make a big difference. Athletes of my generation, preferred training outdoors, making their bodies resistant to the temperature and the conditions of the track." Draven stayed silent and continued running. Moments before daybreak, in a small corner of the street. People in their sports apparels went in an
The room glowed; numbers flashed. 3…2…1 Go! Draven climbed up and hid within the tree leaves, gripping the daggers. A couple of robots trudged through the wilderness, while they carefully scanned the area with loaded guns, ready to fire. Catching a lead of his footprint, on a caterpillar track, they waddled to his tree. Like a dart, the dagger cut through the air, it stuck straight to its optical sensor. Aligning his sword, he jumped down, and with the gained momentum, it sliced through the robot in half. And casually swung his sword horizontally, chopping off the head of the robot. Draven strolled out. A second later, they went boom, sending the lit scraps in all directions, attracting the others. He leaned his back straight to the trunk, as a drone flew above. He rolled and took cover in a nearby bush. Pensively looked around. 'Hmm, last time I used the rings. But they are too taxing for my current level. I need to figure out a way to