Trinity Seven: The Last King
Chapter 00
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He was lost in the past again, dreaming of the day when his former guardian invaded his meaningless days in the orphanage.
Their first meeting was brief, but memorable—he attacked her. The battle was one-sided as she took him down in one swift flip, but he refused to give in and charged in again. The result was the same, but he managed to deliver a blow to her knee, a very weak blow but still a blow nothing less.
He ran off after that, not looking back at the laughing woman or the screaming caretaker.
She came again the next day and invaded his personal space—again—causing him to attack. He did not like others trespassing into his space nor did he like being touched, especially by strangers.
The woman kept returning to the orphanage in random time patterns and kept coming to him with a smug smirk. Her dark frosted blue eyes shone with an inhumane power that could blind even him.
He never exchanged words with her even though she has tried multiple times to start a conversation. Names were never exchanged so she ended up calling him 'boy/brat' and he deemed her as 'woman.'
Change came eventually when she challenged him to a game of tag—the entire city was the playfield and she was the 'it.'
"Boy, if you can run from me for an entire hour without being tagged I'll grant you a wish. If I win, you will grant me my wish."
He eagerly accepted that challenge, not because he was confident of victory, but because he was simply bored. He has never won once against that woman and he knew that she would win again, but still, he accepted in high hopes that something interesting would happen.
The world was so dull, too dull for him.
To ease that dullness, he ran down the crowded streets like lightning with the laughing woman right on his tail.
She—
*Click*
The sound of a loaded gun broke him from the world of dreams.
His eyes slowly snapped open followed by a small yawn. Molten gold eyes with black irises greeted the muzzle of the rifle pointed at him.
He stared at the owner of the rifle; a slender young woman with long red hair styled with a braided side bang dressed in a school uniform in silence. The lifeless, destroyed surrounding matched his peaceful silence.
The armed female in return gazed at her target cautiously, eyeing the black haired young man with exotic gold eyes for every little movement. Her cyan eyes never left his and he could understand why. He is after all one of them: a being of destruction that will doom the world—a Magic King—and the one responsible for the current devastation around them.
His awakening was recent, but already he knew that a flare signal has been sent out to every magic organization—he was now a target.
The awkward silence continued. Before the female could muster any words he spoke in a melodic tone. "Sora, am I still dreaming or is there really a cute school girl pointing a giant ass gun at me?"
A/N: Yup, its a short chapter but it was something. The next chapter will be coming in a few hours and the OC's bio will not be posted til a few days later. If you have any questions about where this story will go ask away! Please read/enjoy/review!