OMNIPRESENT P.O.V
"Alright son! What is our mantra?"
"There is no team in I."
"Oh, run along! You are making me tear up!"
As an older man, who looks like he has been to many battle and runs a common shop, embraces his teen son with long hair and apparently has a habit of training. A LOT.
JAY P.O.V
OK that was embarrassing...
It is so awkward standing there in the middle of other students entering while my dad is hugging me and trust me getting out of his grip is like fighting your way out of an entire Zerg Brood! Well at least that's what the stories tell me. Haaaa... Why do parents have to be so embarrassing?
Oh let me introduce myself, the name's Jay Nazeem; son of Jafar Nazeem. Who happens to be a Marine of the Terran Dominion. Well the non-existent Terran Dominion that is. Why non-existent? Well they lost the Galactic War Games; which meant death for the Leader, who is also my aunt Empress Nasira Nazeem, and the end of their faction. He was one of the few lucky people to escape the Games alive. My mother, on the other hand, wasn't as lucky.
She fell under the might of the Zerg Swarm because she was betrayed by my jealous aunt. My dad told me stories of her awesome, destructive Psionic and Magic powers yet she is gentle and benevolent. She never used her powers to destroy other people, she only used them to get out of a sticky situation, to assist her allies by healing or shielding them, and to confuse her enemies. The only time she used her psionic and magical abilities to destroy things were in times of crisis or she had no other option.
And that was her weakness as to why she fell.
My aunt did not send any evac to get her or her squad out knowing that she will be a threat in her rule over the Dominion. So she used up all her power to teleport her allies to safety while she stayed behind due to exhaustion. My dad watched in horror as the Swarm came in like a flood towards my mother and within a blink of an eye, she was gone. When he came home after the games, he was devastated as he gave me the news and bore a hatred, which burned like a thousand suns, to Nasira even though she was killed when her capital ship was obliterated by the Thomasian Federation.
I bet you are wondering what are the "Galactic War Games"? Well they are War Games, kidding! These kind of games test the ferocity, strength, cunning, and strategic might of each faction against another. Alliances can be made and they can win together. Losing the Games means losing your very life; getting killed is the end for you. So you can probably see why the games are both fun and dangerous.
The factions during my Dad's time were the Terran Dominion; led by Nasira Nazeem, the Zerg Swarm; led by the Queen of Blades Grimhilde Mills, the Khalai Tribe; led by Judicator Isaac De Vil, the Nerazim tribe; under the leadership of Matriarch Cruella De Vil, the Tal'Darim Fanatics; ruled by Highlady Maleficent Page, the Purifier Caste; controlled by Executor Mal'ash Page, and the Thomasian Federation; under the command of Omar De la Cruz. According to my dad; the Khalai, Purifiers, Nerazim, and Tal'Darim formed an Alliance and dubbed themselves as the Protoss Empire. Soon after they declared an alliance with the Zerg Swarm. Together they crushed their opponents and won the games.
The Protoss Empire are composed of technologically advanced aliens with psionic abilities that baffle the human imagination while the Zerg Swarm are more of a biological and insect-like alien race, but don't let that fool you they can adapt to their environment in a heartbeat.
Then there's the Terran Dominion, it mostly composed of Men and Women of humanity serving under the glorious rule of their emperor or empress. Their technology is very sturdy though not as advanced as the Protoss and they are highly skilled and can be used to any environment just not as good as the Zerg. Well that's what I know of these factions from History class back in Elementary.
Even though there is a possibility that I will be facing opponents like them in the Galactic War Games, I will make my dad proud and become even greater than him and my mother. And I have no magic or any psionic abilities, so I will prove to the world that I can make a difference in the littlest of things without these extra powers.
Enough backstory chatter. Now to the part where we left off...
When I got out of my dad's grip and we shared our final farewells, I began walking towards the Auradon Military Academy. Now this is a wickedly awesome school. Well boarding school that is. It was shining silver and the doors were as big as the doors I have seen in ancient Cathedrals back at home. I look around and see families sharing their goodbyes to their children, loved ones, and friends. Which is why I am glad I went solo, hence the mantra "No Team in I".
"Stop." commanded a voice behind me but I reluctantly face the source of the voice as if I got caught in one of my heists back at home.
Facing me was a woman in a short-sleeved formal blue shirt, with golden buttons and a short collar. She also has a long, velvet, violet bow on her neck. Apparently she looks like someone with authority here.
"Yes, ma'am?"
Apparently the lady before me is known as the "Fairy Godmother"; code for something that I should've known if I paid enough attention in class. She began asking me all of these questions: Who am I, How old, Where are you from, and What are you looking for in AMA.
"The name's Jay Nazeem, I am 21 years old. I am from the Nation of Agrabah, and I hope I learn a lot and survive my stay at AMA"
And all the lady did was nod her head and she handed me a sheet of paper, which contained my class schedule and dorm room number. When I skim around the paper, I find out that my thumb print as well as my roommate's serve as the key to the room. She also told that he hasn't arrived yet. I glance at the paper once and upon looking up to ask a question, she vanished as if she was a figment of my imagination. Whatever.
As I begin trudging to my dorm room, I spot a beautiful teenage girl with tan skin and brown hair in a pink and blue dress. I smooth up my hair, check if my breath is OK, and begin to do "The Moves".
"Hello foxy," with matching smile "the name's Jay" and a wink to boot.
"Uh-huh, and I am outta here. Let's go ladies"
Woah, where did the attitude come from? With a scowl to kill men, tough lady. Well that was a bust. But I will be back for her. Cause who could resist the Jay-man? Passing through the crowd of people, I finally reach my room. I admit it, it is a sweet sweet SWEET pad compared to my cramped one in Agrabah. Thus, my quest of unpacking begins.
"Hey, are you my roommate?" echos in the room. I turn around and my eyes widen in shock. I have faced my biggest, hardest, and most adorable challenge yet. Wait, ADORABLE?!
A/N: Hey all! Yes I am alive, apparently. I am so sorry for Ascension though, lost inspiration and I can't seem to find the will to go on. But it is up for adoption so feel free to drop me a message anytime. So yeah this happened while daydreaming of my crush while playing this game called StarCraft 2 (What? I am a Bi guy who is also a thinker when it comes to games. Not all guys like to play DOTA cause trust me, it turns into a boring routine [pick hero, get items, choose lane, fight, kill, die, and reset]). So I thought why not write a story involving that and Disney's Descendants? Oh but don't worry (In case you didn't see in the tag) you don't need to know the whole lore of StarCraft to understand the Story. That's why this chaper was born, it kinda explains the whole Starcraft Universe into one sitting (well maybe more than one sitting [Spoiler!]). I promise though I am not abandoning this one so easy. BTW, I hope you see some Easter Eggs in the naming of the characters.
And we have faced the Prologue, huh apparently Jay is facing is biggest, hardest, and most adorable challenge yet. What or who could it be? Find out in the next chapter of The Galactic War in the Heavens. Please leave a Fave and/or a review to my story. Follow it for any updates and/or the next chapter. Till next time!
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