Hey people its me and my first fic. Now a few things of note. one i will take incredibly long times to update because i dont have a laptop and two i have tennis tournaments and school to deal with. please review and i do not own anything except my OC

Chapter 1 Prologue

At first there was darkness, then sound came in loud waves that rattled ears. Almost instinctively the young man's hand shot out and clicked the 'off' button on the alarm clock. Then came light as he opened his eyes to see the nice bright sun light outside. He sighed and sat up and moved the sheets off him. He gave one of the instinctive stretches while flashing a look of sadness, confusion, stress and unhappiness all over his face as he realized that today was another day of school and life. He hated his life and everybody in it. He quickly got dressed not caring if he matched or not. Its not like anybody cares or anything.

"Aron get your but down here this instant. I don't have all day you know." His mom Shelia yelled at the top of her lungs.

Aron bit his lip and just threw the covers on his bed and headed downstairs only to trip over something, and he fell on his face as he hit the floor. He got up and felt his face, cringing. That is sure going to leave a bruise. He headed to where his mother was at and said "what is it mom."

Shelia answered back with annoyance in her voice. "breakfast isn't going to cook itself."
He groaned and took out the pots and pans and began to cook thinking about his life. At home things were the same yet they differ, if his sister was there or if she was gone. Then his life outside of home. At school he was bulled constantly, he had no girlfriend, nor was he good at sports. The only friends he had were some nerds that had taken a liking to him since he got the same punishment they did. Outside of school everything was the same. He never went downtown or anything and he certainly was not in any gang or bad stuff like that. He then though about his physical description. He was male about five seven, one hundred thirty pounds, horrible at sports, black haired, Caucasian. Unloved and unseen by any female he knew. The only thing that he was happy about was when he went to sleep. At night he had dreams of dragons and the world they live in. For some reason he was a fanatic about dragons. Always buying books or games and stuff like that.

He was lost in thought when he felt something hit him on the head and he cringed and knew what was coming.

"what are you doing you incompetent brat. Don't burn the food, cook it. If you were half the man your father was . . ." His mother said to him a a disrespectful tone of voice.

I sighed and said nothing. Sometimes silence was the best answer. He then turned off the burner and made his mom a plate of food and grabbed a granola bar for breakfast and headed to the bathroom to get ready. When he finished brushing his teeth and fixing his hair, he then went and grabbed his backpack and slung it over his shoulder and said "I'm heading out to school." Not caring if she replied I headed to the door and opened it and walked outside in the cool crisp air. He smelled the morning air and started walking.

In about fifteen minuets he made it to the front of his school and decided to go and said hi to his 'friends'. When the bell rang to go to class he headed there and managed to make it past the day without incident. That was until it was 8th period P.E. They were playing volleyball and Aron despite being bad at sports managed to spike it and hit one of the opposing players square in the face. He fell back on his but and he got up and grabbed me by the collar of my shirt and pushed me up against the pole and looked around and then punched me in the gut. I doubled over holding my stomach.

"let that be a lesson Aron. Awwww are you gonna cry." Luis said with self satisfaction in his voice.

How can he be proud by punching somebody smaller than him. I got up cringing and the teacher Mr. Angels blew the whistle and told us to go in the locker rooms. At the end of the day he thought about all the people that just watched that happen. They watched him get punched and picked on. Why he didn't fight back was simple. He knew better and he saw no reason too.

As he headed the walk home he thought about his horrible life again. When he reached his house, he pulled out his keys and inserted them in the lock and turned. Slowly but surly he headed to his room not trying to walked up his mom who was passed out on the couch. As he climbed the stairs he then jumped on his bed. He felt immediate pain on his lower back. Then sat up and looked down and saw a lump on the bed. He didn't know what it was until he grabbed the sheets and pulled them down. Underneath the covers was a pure white crystal and he started to reach for it and before his had touched it it started to glow so he brought his hand back in surprise and astonishment. When his hand had moved away the glowing stopped.

He then bit his lip and quickly reached for it and held it up looking at it. It quivered a little bit and started shaking and came to a point where it was jerking violently and I wanted to drop it but it was near impossible because there was a blinding flash of light and I blacked out.

Well there it was. The prologue. hope you enjoyed and the rating will stay at T for the time being. Have a nice day and god bless all of you.

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