I don't own any of these books, and only hope to make an entertaining story for readers and fans of this series. Please enjoy my first FanFic and review with tips if you feel I need to work on something or just have suggestions for future storyline.
There is one thing in the world Zytaveon hates more than anything. Mornings. Especially Monday mornings. His alarm went off, blaring at max volume because any lower and he'd bury his face under the covers and ignore it. He'd hit the snooze alarm six times already, having done what most teens do and set the alarm at the least an hour before they actually needed to get up. The sun coming in through the windows blinded him. He'd always preferred the dark, and was always annoyed when his mom would pull open the blinds and let the sun attack him when he forgot to put them back.
He dragged himself out of bed before he lost the will to live and turned off the alarm before wrapping himself in a blanket and going downstairs. He turned on the TV and then made himself a bowl of cereal. His normal morning routine. He sat there on the couch for an hour, praying that if he stared at the clock and watched the seconds tick by, time would slow down. When it came time for him to get up again, he dragged himself back upstairs to change clothes and then go to brush his teeth and such. It had taken ages suffering through driving school, but he'd finally gotten his license, so he drove to school and headed to class.
The day started as normal and boring as it could for a Junior in high school. He nearly fell asleep again in Spanish class, and as they watched a movie in Science it was pretty much the same. By his third hour, choir (which he wasn't embarrassed to say he actually liked) he was at least sum what awake.
"Emily, do you know if we have to complete that packet for science?" He asked his friend.
"Uh…I don't think so. We're going to work on it in class tomorrow."
"Great. If we work on that all day, we won't have to learn anything else. My brain already hurts too much for this." His friend laughed. Emily was too nice for her own good. Zytaveon was a guy who, despite his peer group, didn't cuss unless he had to, and even then it felt like a sin to let something like that escape his lips, and had a 4.0, and was dedicated to keeping it, but Emily made him seem like a bad influence in comparison. She was nice in a good way, considering all the people in their age group were cussing like there was no tomorrow making inappropriate comments just cuz.
"Okay, so today we're on page 52…" She muttered, opening her sight reading book. She was technically an alto, while Veon was a tenor, so of course with them being opposite genders they wouldn't have the same part, but he looked to her marking down the notes on her parts as well.
"Hey guys," Audrey said, walking in. She was an alto as well, and sat next to Emily coincidentally, and she ended up being a good friend to him too. She would seem like a shy girl at first glance, and definitely had the low voice of an alto, but she sung really well, rounding the notes of a song in a wavy way when she sang.
"Hey, so who's up for some "Cuckoo?" Lucy said, having come in with Audrey. Cuckoo was the name of one of the songs we were singing, and it wasn't a bad song, it was actually kinda dramatic, but the name was just a bit weird. Lucy was a soprano, and though she could sing lower like the altos, she preferred having the melody and such. Not to mention that though she could do the low parts, she didn't exactly like it, and said it was hard to sing anything lower than an octave below her normal zone. She preferred the key of G in turn and nearly died when they had to sight read a song in the key of C since she wasn't used to it. It wasn't really her fault. Our teacher did key of G or key of F in our practice, but when we went to be judged in this big formal thing by judges, we had key of C for our challenge, and we weren't used to the location of the notes or the sound of them.
"Yea Cuckoo," Audrey said, accentuating the C and almost spitting it out like we'd been taught.
"Audrey, do you guys have your Spanish test on Wednesday or Thursday?" Veon asked.
"Wednesday. You have the listening quiz too?"
"Yep. And I have it at the beginning of the day, so unlike you, I can't study during lunch and have to take it half asleep."
"I got a 70 on mine," Lucy said unhappily. "I'm not exactly sure what I messed up on, and it makes me frustrated. I've got a 91, so I'm still an A, but that's like one of 2 C's I've ever gotten on any test in any class."
"Hey, I got a 60 on my last one," Audrey said.
"A 60?!" Emily exclaimed.
"Yeah."
"You guys are making me regret putting Spanish on my course selections," Emily muttered.
"Spanish 2 is a lot harder than Spanish 1," Veon assured her. "And I'm sure we won't forget enough Spanish over summer to help you with the basics." The bell rang and class started. Everyone rushed to their seats and did warms ups. When the class was over, lunch came next, and it was nachos today. The four of them sat together with numerous other boys at their table, most of which made inappropriate comments and shouted cusses loud enough to be heard half-way across the planet, but it wasn't exactly new.
"Mrs. Erica is so boring," Kaleb complained. "She talks SO slow, and never lets us do ANYTHING other than work. Mrs. Terra at least lets us have a break between classes since Math is two hours."
"She even once allowed us to play musical chairs," Lucy quickly added. Veon personally found Mrs. Erica a good teacher. She got the slackers in class to work and disciplined them when they had their phones out and such. Veon never really found much need for being on his phone 24/7, as he didn't have Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, Snapchat, or anything else except Youtube, really. Mrs. Erica's way of teaching helped them get more work done than other teachers, and repeatedly doing a problem was the only way Veon could possible get information into his mind during class. The conversation went on with more and more complaining, and Emily scolding to not say such harsh things but being so kind that she couldn't scold properly, especially against a guy like Kaleb. Then, in a flash, things went wrong.
First, there was a crash. The windows of the commons area (cafeteria) shattered and the building shook, as something larger than a car smashed into it. Near everyone was knocked out of their seated from the quake, only some managing to grab the tables and keep their balance, but then whatever was outside reared back and rammed into the school again. There was shouting, kids running and Veon cursed as quietly as he could, the world slipping out by accident when he realized what was happening.
Veon pulled himself to his feet, moving first to get everyone moving and leaving. Monsters like this had been appearing more and more frequently, becoming annoying at this point. Once everyone was clear of the cafeteria, he realized that the shaking had stopped and the monster outside was distracted by something, or someone, rather. Outside, a boy who couldn't have been older than 14 or 15, was in a battle stance, a pure black sword in his hand, and facing the monster that now had its back to the school. The kid had black hair, a black T-shirt with a skull on the front, a chain for a belt, and jeans, also black.
"Emo much?" Veon thought to himself. Though it wasn't like black wasn't something he wore every day, but at least he had blue jeans and an olive green jacket on top of his black shirt. Veon ran forward. If the kid had a sword, he had to be different like Veon, but it wasn't like he was just going to leave this kid have all the credit.
"Ve where are you going?!" Lucy called.
"I'll be fine, go!" He called and continued without waiting for her response.
It had been at least three years now when Veon first learned he was different. Was special really what one should call it? As his thirteenth birthday had grown closer, he'd realized he felt this tingle in his fingers, this sense that wasn't normal. He felt it asking to be commanded, and then one day, he touched a plant and it turned to dust. He'd played enough videogames and read enough books to not have a panic attack, but after that, the tingle in his fingers felt more painful, like he'd just realized they weren't used for life, but death. Life was great, life was the reason he and everyone else was alive, but he'd expanded his view on life from a young age thanks to those videogames and books and seen that death was an inevitable part of life. You can save as many people as you want from attacks, from disease, but in the end, they'll die of old age even if you protected them with everything you had. Death had to happen, one way or another. Still, that didn't mean he couldn't extend a few lives if he could. He wondered if any other heroes he'd read about or seen ever thought about life like that, yet still tried to save people because saving people just felt right, even if they may end one day eventually. That's how he'd learned to see life, from a different perspective, that maybe his power over death and darkness could be used in a good way, no matter how futile a god may see it as, and yeah, he'd met a few, including his father not long after things had changed.
Veon ran outside, the doors no longer a problem as they had been thrown off their hinges, and got a better view of the situation. And now, he despite his control over his emotions and his hatred for cursing, he was ready so curse his head off. In front of him was a gray dragon-like monster, but it had numerous dragon heads, and at first he thought it was Cerberus (yes, he'd seen the giant dog himself) when his mind clicked and he realized it was a hydra, with way more heads than the hound he'd once seen and never hoped to see again. A real life, f-ing hydra. Of course, with so many heads, one of them on the side turned to him, the others doing the same and seeming to find the other idiot high school kid that came to face it (them?) an easier meal than the guy with the black sword.
"Uh-oh," Was all he managed to say before the giant beast attacked.
I hope readers enjoyed this FanFic. I hate cliffhangers as much as the next girl, but if you hold on, I promise there's a both deep and humorous story developing. I welcome any comments or suggestions for the story, as this is my first fic. I plan to write the rest of the series, most of it if not a part here and there, in first person, switching between characters.
