Sometimes I don't understand the meaning of anything. Why are we back here? Why are we so territorial it sends us into a spiraling war of despair and sometimes guilt? We know all we wish for is peace. Then why do we continue to build guns and create people who have the ability to destroy an entire country? …Because we are only human.
Well, partially human. Our ancestors' back 300 years were injected with a serum that changed their entire DNA and gave them the power of what people may think is godly. We inherited these powers from our ancestors. Well…most of us…
I never received those genes and neither my father or his before him. My father and I rely simply on warrior power to keep us alive. Well, on the off days. We have the occasional fairy fly through our bullet proof windows and my father has to kill it with a firewood axe. I spend most of those days working on weapons to kill such beasts and the ones even stronger. We live underground on Tuesdays because of the Magic Showers. Flaming balls of magic strike harder than any bomb I have come to witness. Homes are destroyed, so we build stronger shields and fire preventions so we have a more peaceful life.
I go to school most of the days. Wednesday through Sunday is filled with intense classes. We study our history and about life on Zen, our second home planet. Earth was our first; until the Shifters took over it while we were gone for over 1000 years. We don't know how they took over. But I'm going to be the one to find out their secrets. Life here is like a book. Image every known fairytale becoming real…only, the creatures and beings that you thought were nice are as evil as lightening and death itself. So to sum up this world: Hell.
My great grandfather founded the three academies. It is split into three levels of academic abilities. One is Jr Academy. This is a two year program where we learn the basics of this world. We learn what our strengths are and what category we fall under for a battle style. I just recently graduated Jr academy and will be shipped off to High academy where I will be trained in my battle category. High academy is a 4 year program where you go through an intense, 7 day a week, full boat load of classes. They are taught by the most experienced teachers who have faced the front lines thousands of times. They prepare us for them ourselves. Sometimes we even face them in class, because lucky us, the school is based only miles from the frontline battles. The last of the schools is University. This is an independent program that is graded on how well you perform on the frontlines. This is all determined on how well you trained yourself, your pet and how well your weapons are built…it's all on you…and if you die, you don't graduate. If you come out on top, you get your license to travel the entire planet, defending the humans so we can have our home planet back in our possession. Oh, what a wonderful life to live here on Earth. Am I the only one who wishes these battles should end? Am I the only one who is tired of bloodshed?
Oh and I haven't even introduced myself! I am Hamish H. Haddock. Everyone in my known family and my small group of highly thought-provoking friends has developed a slightly different nickname for me. They may have decided this name because I am a 5 foot 1 inch 15 year old boy; or that I can be very annoying at times; or, simply, because I can get by anywhere without being noticed…
But in any case, my name is Hiccup. It is Monday, September 1st, in the year: 3456.