meijosui's Authoress Notes on Universe Play no.1
'Eystein or Øystein is a Norwegian name, historically connected with the creators of the country. Today the name is mostly shared by rocket scientists, post doctors and exceptionally bright people, and most people look up to a 'Øystein' with envy. Most of those carrying the name today are true legends in their field.' -Urban Dictionary
This Dimension, Universe or Fate is branched from the Universe: Asmer from 'Rehema: The Book of Theurgists' Reverie' and concepts from the Universe of Massa from 'Downfall to Affection and Lucile from 'The Crown of Peace. Eystein is the official name for my story as it is set in 2010 that is 2 years prior to MManipulatives's 2012 'In A Name: Act I'. I also have a name for their universe.
OC Bio: Bryn Wesley Harkin
Birthday: 23rd June
Age: 11 Years Old
Nationality: Canadian Born Irish and Nepalese
Sibling: Abbey Leigh Harkin
OC Bio: Abbey Leigh Harkin
Birthday: 30th March
Age: 16 Years Old
Nationality: Canadian Born Irish and Napalese
Sibling: Bryn Wesley Harkin
OC Bio: Jun Yoon Kim
Birthday:15 May
Age: 12 Years Old
Nationality: South Korean Born Canadian
OC Bio: Bailey Simeon Garcia
Birthday: 8th November
Age: 12 Years Old
Nationality: Canadian Born German
LIFE OF TRIFOLIUM
Chapter 1: Never a Normal Day
The brown-haired boy finally reached high school not knowing what to expect. Many children at Toronto High School have hit their teens and three boys sat duelling one another during gym class in Duel Monsters. The twelve-year-old boys were bored as their teacher had called in sick. Most of the class soon dispersed into their classroom, and the three boys were the ones that stayed behind, without a doubt in their mind. They finished all their cardio work out before the rest decided to commit to their routine.
Jun Yoon Kim, a South Korean boy, had always wanted to become a composer. Bailey Simeon Garcia dreamed of collecting an impressive collection of games, hoping to make it into the Guinness Book of Records for gaming hours. He also wanted to blog about games: video games, board games and sports.
Last of all was Bryn Wesley Harkin, the computer-wiz. He was the youngest of them all, turning twelve in three months time. He would often awe the teachers, impressing them with the abnormally high IQ that he possessed, by solving complicated formulas in his head that even seniors at the school were not capable of doing. He was simply gifted but hated being reminded of how amazing he was. His parents had considered placing him in schools that specialise in gifted and talented children, but Bryn hated the idea of separating from his friends. His dream was never clear to him, but he enjoyed simple things and believed he would eventually achieve greatness if he succeeded in every task and was humble about his work.
"I think the class is going to get in trouble because they refused to do the routine work out." Bryn embellished the thought that they had filled every digital form of squash and aerobics as their homework. They would usually record a video on their camera and that would be evidence of competency. He chose to have friends that he could achieve greatness with, rather than use his own gifts.
"Mr Doyle really had a tough time lately with his stomach ulcers. I could see it when he tried to run over hurdles." Jun Yoon empathised their PE teacher.
"I'm bored with Duel Monsters. I want to go home and play 'Call of Duty'." Bailey sighed.
"Oh, yeah. Could you guys come over? My parents are running an exhibition on the new edition of Duel Monsters in Ireland and I will be alone. I have 'Skyrim' if that isn't too boring," Bryn said to Bailey.
"That will be great! I'd like to sleep over though. Jun Yoon, we can work on the song that we three had in mind," Bailey remembered.
"Jun Yoon, I have sent you the chords to the lyrics. I know it's short notice, but we have two performances for the Easter Festival and the 'Halloween in March' event. I have semi-finals of Duel Monsters in the Toronto Junior Regional Tournament." Bryn nonchalantly bounced a stray basketball in the hoop.
"You have a really tight schedule, you know that?" Jun Yoon dawdled.
"Yeah! My mum would take me to the Buddhist temple in fear that stress will drive me insane in Kathmandu. The monk said 'live your life in happiness through inner taskmaster'. I felt like Doctor Strange meeting a teacher monk." Bryn laughed.
All three of them packed their belongings and used the rest of the day's final period to tidy their school gym. Bailey switched his Spotify to Rudimental's 'Not Giving In'. After walking out of the premises, they worked on unchaining their bicycles. This was what they believed to be the bonding of the childhood friendship variety. They'd known each other since they were toddlers and had grown up together.
When they reached Bryn's home, his Alaskan malamute dropped his very chewed bone on the veranda.
"Hey, Casper! What are you up to, buddy?" The lazy trio left their bikes sprawled on the lawn as the dog rolled over. His powdery white fur gave him left him looking like a ghost. Sometimes, the canine would act like one too, doing ghostly things like running swiftly from one room to another, creeping up on you with a surprise lick to the face. Bryn joked that his howls backed up his suspicion that his pooch was a ghost in a canine's body. Bryn's older sister, Abbey, was an activist for animal rights and would always take Bryn to the shelter to spend time with the unfortunate dogs.
"Is Abbey home?" Jun Yoon asked Bryn. Abbey Leigh Harkin was the loveliest, most compassionate person when it came to animals. Her and Bryn shared the same humour, for their dad had shown them his own style of comedy from a very young age.
"She should be. She came back on Saturday just to chill out. She really has had a tough encounter with fighting against L'Oreal's animal testing. She endured a lot of harassments from the French locals; they talked her into watching a live rabbit being tested in the labs." Bryn sighed.
"She just turned sixteen too," Bailey remembered their age gap was quite big.
Casper started barking at a cat that was balancing on its fours on the fence, looking nonchalant as it watched the dog.
"That's Mercedes, our neighbour's cat." Bryn pointed to the ginger feline as it leapt off to nudge Casper. She gave a gentle headbutt to Casper, who happily played back with Mercedes.
The three boys moved their bikes into the garage, then entered the front door. Abbey was potato couching and journal typing.
"Hey, Abbey. We've got guests," Bryn said.
"Cool. If you need the living room, I'm happy to surrender it to you, bro." Abbey smiled.
"For what?" Bryn asked.
"For feeding Casper for a week. I have mostly cooked his food that is now in the fridge." Abbey gathered her stuff and greeted them. "Hey, Jay and Bail. I just finished 'Orange Is The New Black', so thanks for lending me that."
Bailey nodded. He had recommended the show to her as it was in Jun Yoon's collection.
Later in the evening, Bailey was smashing the Xbox button as he played Skyrim. Jun Yoon was playing too, while Bryn was making dinner for everyone, even Casper. In the middle of cooking, he received an anonymous phone call. The man had a deep voice. Bryn could tell the caller was a foreigner, from somewhere in Africa.
"Hello. Is this the number of Wesley?" the voice said.
"Excuse me? Who might you be?" Bryn asked. That had surprised him, as his middle name was Wesley.
"If this is a wrong number, I apologise for the inconvenience," the low voice said and hung up.
"Uh, okay… awkward." Bryn saw the once anonymous number became a series of numbers. The area code and country code became evident. He saved it as 'the deep-voiced guy who knows Wesley'.
Jun Yoon yelled as the Skyrim level progressed to the next stage. Bailey groaned; his fingers had gone numb from all the button bashing.
While they sat for dinner, Jun Yoon got the same call. "Huh? Yoonki? This is the wrong number, Mister. Stop calling."
"Is it a guy with a deep voice?" Bryn asked.
"Apparently. Maybe Bailey is next. For the next call, please pass the phone to me." Bryn hated unchecked calls.
"Okay. Don't get worked up about it, mate." Bailey put down the phone. Abbey came down and her round glasses dropped as the phone rang.
"Who is Simeon and The Space Monkey? This is Abbey's phone, Sir With The Deep Voice. I'm an activist, not a cartoon character-"
"Hold on, Abbey!" Bryn charged towards her.
"Oh. Someone, namely my brother, might know a space monkey." Abbey handed the phone over to Bryn.
"Hey, who are you?" Bryn said over the phone.
"Is this Wesley, Yoonki or Simeon?" the deep voice asked.
"Look; this is unfair that you keep calling us from Africa and yet you are asking for names. Who are you?" Bryn asked back and rolled his cell phone to look up the country and area code. It was Egypt.
"Sir, it is not wise for me to disclose my real name. If you are one of those three, please meet me at the Toronto Library at eleven PM," the deep voice said in a surprisingly polite tone.
"So you're not a scam and you are from Egypt?"
"No. The day after tomorrow, bring your computer with you. I am happy to talk you through a new job using the number I will send you. You are correct that this call is from Egypt, but I assure you, Wesley, that this will change your life," the deep voice said.
"What do I call you?" Bryn asked.
"Rishid." Then it hung up.
"Well… creepy guy." Bryn muttered and Abbey furrowed her light brown brow.
"Hey! Scam calls don't get facts right. Just ignore him," Abbey snidely said.
"This one did… and he offered a job." Even if he was only eleven, Bryn figured he could handle strangers calling.
After dinner, they all took Casper on a walk. The four of them knew that Spring was the season for hayfever and Bailey had it the worst.
"And I said biiiiiitch," he randomly quoted the current comedy of Key and Peele. Abbey sighed, wishing she could go to Toronto's Comedy Festival. The four of them loved the event.
"Hey! Only six months to go, Abbey," Bailey said.
"It's just that I've been dying to see it for so long and, man, I would really love to go this year for once without mum grounding me every second month for not attending school." She was thinking about her activist work more than school and that concerned her parents.
"Could you at least do activism as side work and attend school for this?" Jun Yoon asked her.
"It would be ridiculous to think about myself before the animals! No…" Abbey sighed again.
The next morning, Bryn accessed the Egyptian number through his hacking system. It was from Cairo's Airport. That made sense. Was this guy calling children? No, he might have seen their middle names in the Duel Monsters tournament log. Bryn had more than enough time to suss out who this Rishid guy was in context. A polite person.
Weekends are usually peaceful and he can survive early morning as he overthinks coding. He's ready for the tournament. It is their semi-finals and indeed it had prepared this.
"Okay, Bailey and Jun Yoon the tournament is soon, I need more practice. Despite the heavy bag he's carrying he got his deck ready along with his bass guitar and guitar. He could have used a taxi but bicycles are manageable.
"If I was you, I want to be me to… I want to be me too…" Bailey got his phone on full blast playing Meaghan Trainor.
Jun Yoon got his Rachmaninoff book out and started playing imaginary notes in the air with one hand.
"We'll get breakfast on the way right?" Jun Yoon pondered about how long the day would be as they had Bryn's Tournament in the morning, Easter festival on at the same time. He looked downstairs and realised Bryn was already done with packing.
"All this is efficiency stuff is going to turn out bad, Bryn." Jun Yoon knew having a packed day will mean there is a slip-up.
"Dude I think bad days are dark clouds but there are silver linings." Bryn thought optimistically.
"Bryn, don't mess up your strategy with the trap cards. If you activate this at a wrong time, you're likely to have cost something." Bailey said in his strategist gaming mode way.
"The deck is an embodiment of a team and I guess as long as you believe that it is strong, it will be fine."
"Man I'm starting sound like Monk Phi Long Tang. Remarkable aye?" Bryn laughed.
As they left the house, Casper was still asleep in his kennel. Bryn had already prepared his morning food in the kennel and that did wake white ball of fluff with the aroma.
The tournament crowd was packed by noon; Bryn was called to the office of the Duel Executive Management of their high school.
"Bryn, what's going on?" Abbey asked her brother. She was scared as the opponent kept drawing the same cards as her brother but worse it was the opposite. This cannot be Karma. This is strange karma, sinister enough she knows her brother well enough to never copy strategies. Bryn didn't even know the opponent and let along researched his opponent.
"Bryn Wesley Harkin, you are mysteriously using your opponent's strategy. With that, the deck you have there." The woman in a grey suit and tied up ponytail in her early 40s commented.
"I swear I do not know his strategy ma'am. My friends and I always practice and we only met Arthur my opponent just as it was announced in the draw." Bryn said, trying to hold back his nervousness.
"Well Miss Harpoon, if you have a playing card, not all cards are shuffled the same way with 52 exact cards each in it the sequence will have been absolutely changed if two people are there. The Duelling Board should know this and defend their pupil fro this accusation." Bryn said.
Miss Harpoon with her thin red lips pursed. She never likes being outsmarted, especially by an eleven-year-old, he knew he wasn't cheating. At this point, he doesn't care because Miss Harpoon was a very harsh woman and anyone on her bad list is always consistent and thus it is popular.
"Miss Harpoon, Arthur says Bryn never set an eye on his belongings. He also has never met Bryn." A boy who was there said so.
"Well Tyson, I thought you hated Bryn all your life?" Miss Harpoon said, she was erratic; I will still need to decide whether to suspend your duelling rights. It is some like of wizardry you have there and I do not want this school's name to burn down in ash because you happen to possess the same deck as an opponent." Miss Harpoon's nostrils flared in spite of the accusation being backed up.
"In that case, Miss Harpoon… you do wish to disqualify me even if my evidence has been proven, I am delighted to rather than continue this phenomenon."
"Than it is final, Bryn Wesley Harkin… You are disqualified." Miss Harpoon said.
Bryn growled, he hates mysteries especially the ones on himself. How could this possible? Those ten cards were drawn after Arthur, they were exactly the same monsters, traps and spells and without proper investigation. All he knew was this is one of the most accentuated normal days and it is a disaster.
Around 5:45 pm, the Easter Concert was set up and their band was playing last. Bryn couldn't stop thinking about the Semifinals. Tried to get over what Miss Harpoon said about his 'cheating' strategy. The outcome wasn't even made clear. Although Bryn was leading by 800 Life Points, they were quick to judge him. Audiences were either frowning at him or being sympathetic. He was feeling glum and he played his guitar and Abbey was singing and playing keyboard, with Bailey on base and Jun Yoon on drums. Abbey was feeling rather jazzed up. Billie Holiday was something she enjoyed when her mum took them on a trip to New Orleans. Bryn didn't mind jazz, as his family were pretty musical. His mother played the harp and his dad played the Scottish Band Pipe in an event run by the Industrial Illusions and that was how they met.
Some people were dressed as bunnies and eggs. This made so much sense to be singing and celebrating but Bryn kind lost the vibe after that happened few hours prior. He runs through his knob us to adjust the volume of his guitar, nope not loud enough. People were dancing at least but his guitar slips back into a low volume. Bailey was aware of the speaker sparking up next to Abbey as she reached a high F Sharp major and the speaker suddenly sparked and a short circuit happened.
"Abbey!" Bailey with his reflexes dropped his guitar and knocked Abbey out of danger. The crowd was more or less concern about the sound not coming out than Abbey's safety. Someone started shouting, "What's going on?", "Oh Come on!" "Boo!"
The kids started to through some scraps at them. Paper, burgers and fries launching mid-air this was enough to spoil the stage. Bryn unplugged his instrument and so did Bailey, the rest weren't theirs and scram. However, they used to be the target until some kids decided to have a little fight in the crowd amongst themselves. All four of them slowly took off the food that was thrown at them.
"Abbey are you okay?" Bailey saw a bump on her knee
"Well I'm okay but the crowd is not. They are like animals." Abbey sighed as her knee was bruised.
"So… what now?" Jun Yoon shrugged. "I still have Rachmaninoff to play."
"Forget it, Jay, you can play it when we get home. I doubt the crowd will listen to you after hurling crap on stage." Bryn said.
"And as for me guys, I think the school is going to look into our case further. Since Miss Harpoon is already worked up on my duelling ability, Mr Clifford will call us in and suspend us."
"Whoa, why do you know so much about School Rules?" Bailey asked.
"Mr Clifford, our Principal is a slogger with disciplinary, he will suspend not expel as he listens to his wife to be Miss Harpoon. It's politics, he listens to his mistress and that is an observation. Candy once said she found them too kissing in the storeroom once like the Simpson's Principal Skinner and Mrs Krabappel. Only this is real and Miss Harpoon made her swore to not tell anyone, not a single soul. This school is wasted anyway with corrupt rule makers." Bryn shook his head to get all the crumbs off his head.
"This is it I guess, we should go home and clean up." Jun Yoon took off his watch.
"Alright, I'm hitting the shower first!" Bailey laughed as he unchained the bicycle from the stand.
"Ladies first…" Abbey shot back.
"I have more cheese stuck on me than you guys you know." Jun Yoon said.
"Honestly, we have three showers in our house, don't you guys even pay attention to my house? All three of you can go anytime." Bryn chuckled.
"Aren't you even worried about school life Bryn?" Jun Yoon nudged his buddy. He could sense a hidden stress as he Bryn's Canadian accent transitions to a more Irish accent.
They started riding and Bryn felt his phone vibrate inside his left pocket. "Nope, a Thundercloud has a silver lining hidden in its foreshadow." The man who identified himself as Rishid, have sent him a text message. "Wesley, 11 pm at the Toronto Public Library." Even Abbey, Bailey and Jun Yoon received theirs.
"I think this prankster is making us meet him. The guy with the deep voice is like Zordon and we are some kind of Power Rangers. They might make us morph and save the world and rid of the evil Miss Harpoon." Bryn was over-thinking again.
Three of them sighed, "Bryn!"
"Oh right, only silver lining and a sunshine of opportunities, no revenge says Monk Phi Long Tang."
As they finished their Lasagne, Bryn did the washing as Bailey was playing his Uno with Abbey. She kept winning as Jun Yoon was playing his Rachmaninoff. As this was happening, Time was ageing the self-proclaimed bad day to 9:50 pm.
"Jay, the movement is a bit calmer on the fifth. My mum said so. Her harp was an octave higher so I would know." Bryn insightfully gave Jun Yoon constructive feedback.
"Hey guys, a look at this!" Bryn from his computer, He switched on the news.
"We are looking for criminal syndicates from all of 'Chasseurs Rares'. They are spotted in Quebec taking fugitives and card games played by children known as Duel Monsters. Perhaps our Zordon is calling for us to help these victims." Bryn giggled. "It is almost 10 pm so by the time we have reached the Toronto Public Library we can say hi to our Zordon."
Abbey packed the cards and said, "I think that is a dumb idea, what if Zordon is one of those Chasseurs Rares or even worse kidnaps you guys. How do we even know what they look like of who is running this syndicate?"
"You did get the message addressed to Leigh right. Even if he is, I want to know what they are plotting." Bryn leapt to the couch.
"I think we should check who this mysterious guy is. I mean this could be a silver lining as Bryn says." Jun Yoon agrees as he gently shut Bryn's Grand Piano.
"Do you think they are going to kill us or take us as a bait?" Bailey raised an important point. "Think about it they are now one of the most notorious criminals now that they have made in on the news. What if this deep voice guy you have been talking about is kidnapping victims through their text messaging?"
Bryn crossed his legs in a meditative pose; Phi Long Tang had also taught him how to make right decisions or at least rational ones when meditating in calmness and all situations will be in your control. "I have to go and find the lining."
Bryn suddenly opened his eyes and jump ups the couch like Tom Cruise did in Oprah. "A-ah kid has got to do what a kid has got to do. Jay is with me anyway." Bryn slung his backpack and carried on to Jun Yoon's arm.
"Hey Bryn slow down man." Jun Yoon followed on. Bailey and Abbey slowly followed them, in case things go out of hand.
Four of their bikes skidded, Bryn knew this was a half set up and he anticipated it. The street lights were ambient enough to attract fireflies during their mating season.
"So should we call the Deep Voice Zordon guy?" Bryn in the middle took his phone out.
"Hi Rishid, it is I, Wesley the man you are meant to be man enough to meet." Bryn faked a voice by pinching his nose.
"So you have come with Yoonki, Leigh, and Simeon?" Rishid from the other side said.
"What do you want from us, show up or we will call the cops," Bryn said although almost shakily, Rishid chuckled.
"Look behind you." A tall hooded figure same with three other hooded figures wearing a deep Indigo. They were older than them by far. They were grown, men. Rishid in the middle, however, had a phone held against his ear. He looked serious and creepy.
"Oh, so you called all the way from Egypt to tell us you're a cult or something to try and kill us?" Bryn sighed as the rest of them gasped. They were approaching an armed with loaded guns.
"If this meeting if fruitful as an end result, you will endorse your efforts to our Master." The man hung up and walked towards them. "I believe your names are only Middle names and Wesley you have been Bryn." Rishid address the youngest boy.
"Cool… What is mine?" Jun Yoon jumped up and down.
"Yoonki is Jun Yoon, am I right?" Rishid turned to the boy next to Bryn.
"I'm not a space monkey by the way… I'm Bailey." Bailey scoffed at Abbey for making fun of his name the other day.
"We are away from that," Rishid said.
"Abbey Leigh Harkin is my full name and I'm an activist for animals, not cards. Only these little boys like them." Abbey sweetly smiled.
"Pleasure to meet you to Abbey. And since you all have patiently introduced yourselves, I am Odion. This is what The Master addresses me." Odion disclosed his name personally. I am Second in Command."
"That's nice and all but what is your Master's name? Is he an old dude with a long beard or is he a middle-aged chap undergoing midlife crisis? Like yeah, fill us in on this recruitment shenanigan." Bryn asks the most randomness questions. Odion couldn't help by lift his head and smile.
"My Master will soon be arriving soon provide a formal introduction as well as… his age if you lot enquire with respect." Odion was much more stern.
"What are you guys about anyway?" Bailey stepped on his break to secure his bicycle.
"As the Québec have called us Chasseur Rares in French, that is all we need to relay the information to you," Odion said. "You are on a mission to become great members of this organisation.
" Oh great…Rare Hunters in English; hunters annamh in Irish and Durlabha śikārī in Nepali, how original…" Bryn rolled his eyes. "Don't we all find rare cards anyway? Like Ultra Rare, Super Rare all our lives?"
"Deumun sanyangkkun in Korean." Both Bryn and Jun Yoon were having a fit of laughter.
"I thought cults are meant to worship in temples and not play cards game," Abbey said.
"We are both apparently, Miss Abbey. We have been looking for followers with great duelling skills and gifted children like you four have been desirable." Odion still lowers his head and it was still really difficult to see his face.
"Why are you guys wearing gowns? I thought Irish fashion was bad enough, my mum uses to take me op shops and made me wear longs socks with super short shorts in Ireland." Do we become heroes in the gowns? Like, have superpowers?'
Odion handed them each a file from his bag. "This is all you need to know, for now, we will be greatly honoured for you four to join us. Our master will be expecting you four when he arrives."
At that moment a noir black Volvo pulled over. The Rare Hunters kneed as their leader arrived.
The four were still standing up until Bryn figured it himself as Monk Phi Long Tang had said so, "When you find the sunshine of opportunity present, you have to cower at the feet of submission to embrace the radiance and wonder. That is how in time you surpass not only a lining but the clear sky out of the storm".
Just as the back door opened a boy alighted the car. Bryn kneeled. "Hey guys, kneel until he speaks to us, as he is the Master of Chasseur Rares," Bryn instructed his friends first.
"Why?" Bailey asked.
"Just do as I say, guys, if you want to die, stay up." Bryn hissed as he swung his bag to the side. They all did as Bryn did; they kneeled and lowered all their body.
The boy was Egyptian was amused by the youngest child in the group. His mane was platinum blonde fringe draped down on either side of his forehead. He smirked as a hooded figure.
"Excellent work, Odion, I am impressed that you have found these children to join my ranks. Is the one in the middle Bryn Wesley Harkin?" The boy smiled at the eleven-year-old boy as his Lavender eyes locked into the boy he had just heard addressed him.
"Yes Master, he is the one," Odion said.
"I did not expect his formality, he is a perfect exampled of what a Rare Hunter should be. A swift thinker and a respectful little one." The Master had his hand on his knees. He tilted his head as he reached his right hand to Bryn's shoulder.
"You may rise now my Dear Little One. You have approached me correctly and unexpectedly beyond your ages. I would have thought they would run or continue in foolish jabbering." The Master had his hands folded. As Bryn slowly stood Marik offered a hand. On his left, he was holding a golden staff. It was an oddly shaped object.
The Master knew he was testing to see how patient they are to inquire his name. "Now, Little Bryn what else do you want to know about the Rare Hunters?" He chuckled he looked Bryn in the eye, he allowed him to.
"Is this a real job, Master of Chasseur Rares-"
"You may drop your formality Little One, that is why I asked you to stand up to ask me your most desired questions about me." The Master frowned.
"Yes, Sir… What is your name, Master?" Bryn did not dare to drop it completely.
"I told you, to drop the formalities, child. Now again!" The Egyptian boy sneered.
Bryn bit his lower lip, he tried again as he understood he should not have said 'Master'.
"What… are your name and age?" Bryn looked away from the older teenage boy.
"That's better. My name is Marik Ishtar and I'm fourteen as of age. If you look in your files, there is a contract and once signed in your terms of the agreement by Monday, you and your accomplices will be in my ranks. The formality is a necessity after the consent date." Marik smiled and offered his hand to shake. Bryn stared up at Marik who was waiting.
"Who says we will be joining Chasseur Rares? Bryn shook his head and refused the handshake. Marik's smiled abated unfavourably as the younger lad doubted their encounter.
"I did!" The Egyptian roared. Bryn was taken aback by how fierce he is. He did just test his waters with Marik and Marik yells back. Jun Yoon and Bailey were afraid of him as they were cowering further.
"So you need us more than we need you." Bryn in an instance regretted what he just said. Although it was true, they were being investigated by this organisation to be employed. They have everything, or had since he was disqualified from the Tournament and music was a tragedy.
The tan Egyptian teen lifted his other arm with the golden staff; "You will see that I sought for you for fruitful intentions, boy."
An instant flash played a part of his life with his family in Saudi Arabia before he went to Nepal. When he was nine years old, the Harkin parents had a short-fused argument whether to send Abbey and Bryn to a school of Gifted and Talented. The Nepalese Woman was furious that her husband does not let Bryn rest and anxiety at this early age will make him insane. At Prince Mohammed, Abdulaziz International Airport was a busy border between the African continent and the Asian Minor. Bryn was getting annoyed with his parent's arguing about their future plans.
"Mum I'm just going to double check the baggage carousel was located. They just can't see the fact Bryn is just a normal boy who wants a normal life. Play by rules and everything will be fine.
"Brynny…" Abbey whispered. The 14-year-old sister tapped his shoulder. "The guy with the computer is having trouble operating the carousel." He looked behind and saw a Middle Eastern elderly giving up on the operation. He walked past two people as well, they were wearing normal white plaid shirts and black jeans each. There was a boy of the age of twelve with blonde hair with a tall man. They were waiting for the same carousel to operate. He hopped up to the operating system and smiled.
"Hey kid, get down". The elderly man said.
"Do you need help with the computer?" Bryn said sweetly.
"Oh yes…" As Bryn looked around for the switch, it was stuck to the switchboard. He uncoiled the cord and used his main computer to reboot fast. As was done, Bryn was able to hack into the normal system and operated before anyone launched a complaint. As the carousel was moving the crowd cheered on as the boy leapt from above. A large baggage came his way and he tripped. He was unconscious for a while. The Harkin family rushed to Bryn. The mother was distressed and the father was comforting her. Abbey felt responsible for his fall.
The boy with blonde hair from afar watched with concern. A heroic act of the boy met his demise. The boy took out the goldenrod and used it on Bryn.
The voice of the tan blonde boy echoed in his head. "Wake up little one, you won't need to sleep in a coma. Your family awaits you, and so will I." The voice chuckled. Few minutes passed, Bryn awake to a blurry site. It was mum, dad and Abbey.
"I know he will be awake Clara, do not worry." He heard his dad said to his mother.
"Oh Brynny darling, you are okay." His mother was worried sick. He was revived from a coma, but how?
After a week in Saudi Arabia, The Harkins went to Nepal. Monk Phi Long tang had finally met his mother and him as they were sitting in the temple. Monk Phi Long Tang was excused, as he needed an urgent appointment with a client. Through Skype of the back room, Phi Long Tang was speaking to the same blonde boy. He seemed to kneel before the blonde the boy before him on the computer.
"Yes Master Marik, I will aid you to the boy. I-I will keep him safe, I p-promise. He is a gifted boy." The Elderly Monk on the side of the computer was the same robe the Chasseur Rares wore. Monk Phi Long Tang was one of them too.
The 12-year-old boy smirked; his lackey will create another lackey, a far more important one. "I believe you will do not fail me or your soul will be vanquished to the Shadow Realm." The computer switched off.
Back to the present, Bryn kneeled to the saviour from his coma two years ago. It was the golden staff; he was holding that was the work of magic and Marik has kept his eye on him this whole time. He created his destiny for him.
"Now dear boy, do you see why we made the extra effort to arrange this meeting? You live an extraordinary life of rules that limit your ability and rules that will cage you in your freedom if you continue this path. We have a lot more in common than you think." Marik whispered to the 11-year-old's ear.
Bryn wanted to say something but couldn't. "I-is the handshake still available?" The boy asked, as he now knew how he was indebted to Marik.
Marik laughed, he has finally revealed his purpose to the boy. "Oh well, of course, Dear boy. I was merely showing you the path we crossed." He offered it once again. "You all have until Monday as I said, to meet me again. Same time and same place." Marik turned around and went inside his car. Odion followed too and the Vehicle left. The other Rare Hunters drove out in a white convertible leaving the children there.
"Wow, he's one tough boy, that Marik… so what does he remind you of now Bryn?" Bailey asked.
"Pinky and the Brain's Brain…" Bryn muttered and stared at the car's vanishing movement. "Let's go guys…" Bryn and the others placed their files in their bags and started peddling home.