[AN]A heads up to anyone who is probably going to stop reading this book if the updates slow I'm doing it in my spare time if you can not get all angsty at me and I'll try to get weekly updates out or even more. Also don't expect the whole story to be like this but I wanted to do a detailed opening for you that is still short so don't worry as everything else will be in default fanfic structure[ish]
Rustling and banging could be heard through the thick oaken door as if nothing would disturb the crashing, but then again what would.
His non-ironically royal purple locks cascaded in an un styled sea of hair down his back as he'd not had it cut in many a his sight caught a photo on his night stand he glared at it with ferocity like a threatened wolf, it showed a much younger version of the boy and a taller woman stood behind him a proud look in her violet eyes that where not unlike his own and magenta hair just shorter than his current hair, he walked over to it and grabbed the elegant frame before hurling it erratically into the wall. A shower of tiny prismed shards scattered the floor.
Storming from the room he heavy-handedly grabbed a backpack from his bed. He took a final glance over his shoulder towards the room before turning back.
He descended the stair case slowly with one hand on the curved rail a flood of memories echoing in his mind. Changing direction, he headed towards the kitchen where an already prepared letter for his mother lay. If you were to search the house you would have found a second envelope sat upon his aunt's dresser on the second floor. Gazing over the contents of the pantry and deciding on what to take he grabbed a few tins and several brown militarian packets. He shoved them all into a small duffel bag and closed it before lazily swinging the door shut and heading for the basement door. The room was slightly too short for him to stand up right due to his immense height and a dim blue light lit the corner where his 'baby' was stationed. It was a jet-black cycle made using parts from broken down knightmares a pair of large land-spinners made the wheels the front was the head of a knightmare and few chest and limb plates made the body and small gold writing dubbed the machine 'epialas'[*1]. Its pieces somehow perfectly melded together to form the creation he was so immensely proud of. [*2] he adorned a black helmet from the handle bars and saddled the shadowy contraption before pressing a small button on the wall triggering the large hydraulic doors in front of the bike.
A deep growl rumbled from the cycles core before it shot out of the opening doors never to return to this household.
