05-01-2011, 06:27 AM
(This post was last modified: 05-02-2011, 06:44 AM by Frisk E. Coyote.)
Jack attended the middle school right next to a high school, that unknown to him, was where his fated companions attended. It had been merely five days since the 7th grader had discovered an ornate box, well hidden deep within the basement of his new house, which also happened to be the oldest house in the neighborhood. It was cold and musty, lacked central heating, and the water was always cold, but it offered him a satisfying number of safe havens to hide from Sam, his sire, whom he refused to call his father.
The young wolf sat on a stack of foam wrestling mats that no one used anymore, safe and sound in the dark and dusty gym store room, where all the extra equipment was kept. He had claimed it as his own private little world for now, and he spent the time browsing over a leather bound book and several pieces of parchment he had found in the box with a flashlight instead of going to class. He would be marked absent today, but he really didn't care. He didn't have a future to speak of, so he had decided long ago to spend his time how ever he pleased.
"-And Sama'el, he who has been branded as the Harbinger of Destruction, was finally purged from this plane by the six heroes of virtue, until the next time he is risen..." The 12-year-old read with interest, taking a sip from a juice box he had stolen from another kid's bag, swinging his suspended legs back and forth. Jack picked up a small gem shaped like a shield. It was a crystal of some sort, kind of like the lump of quartz his classmate had brought to school for show and tell when he was younger, but it was clearer, and looked like it was filled with constantly sifting sands.
"So you're some kind of weapon, huh? I feel sorry for you... you look so fragile..." Jack spoke to the crystal, out of boredom. He felt rather attached to it, as the leather bound book had listed his mother's maiden name, Gairea, as one of the descendants of the original wielder of the Earth weapon. It was probably just coincidence, nothing like fate or anything stupid like that... but he missed his mother. He didn't even remember how her face looked, or how it felt to be held in her arms and cradled, and still he longed for her love and care.
Jack shook his head clear and pocketed the crystal, making sure it was nice and safe. As far as he was concerned, it was his, and was the only possession he had to his name. He opened the leather-bound book onto a dog-eared page he had been reading last night and continued brushing up on the story. It's not like he believed it or anything... but choosing to believe it made him forget the painful reality he was in.
The young wolf sat on a stack of foam wrestling mats that no one used anymore, safe and sound in the dark and dusty gym store room, where all the extra equipment was kept. He had claimed it as his own private little world for now, and he spent the time browsing over a leather bound book and several pieces of parchment he had found in the box with a flashlight instead of going to class. He would be marked absent today, but he really didn't care. He didn't have a future to speak of, so he had decided long ago to spend his time how ever he pleased.
"-And Sama'el, he who has been branded as the Harbinger of Destruction, was finally purged from this plane by the six heroes of virtue, until the next time he is risen..." The 12-year-old read with interest, taking a sip from a juice box he had stolen from another kid's bag, swinging his suspended legs back and forth. Jack picked up a small gem shaped like a shield. It was a crystal of some sort, kind of like the lump of quartz his classmate had brought to school for show and tell when he was younger, but it was clearer, and looked like it was filled with constantly sifting sands.
"So you're some kind of weapon, huh? I feel sorry for you... you look so fragile..." Jack spoke to the crystal, out of boredom. He felt rather attached to it, as the leather bound book had listed his mother's maiden name, Gairea, as one of the descendants of the original wielder of the Earth weapon. It was probably just coincidence, nothing like fate or anything stupid like that... but he missed his mother. He didn't even remember how her face looked, or how it felt to be held in her arms and cradled, and still he longed for her love and care.
Jack shook his head clear and pocketed the crystal, making sure it was nice and safe. As far as he was concerned, it was his, and was the only possession he had to his name. He opened the leather-bound book onto a dog-eared page he had been reading last night and continued brushing up on the story. It's not like he believed it or anything... but choosing to believe it made him forget the painful reality he was in.
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