The Knights of Legacy: Chapter 1
I stood there staring out the window, the day still puzzling in my head. My name is Roy Cloud. I'm a Knight of Legacy age 13. What is a Knight of Legacy you might ask? How should I know, I just became one. How did a African-Spanish boy became a knight, well I'm not sure, it happened all at once. To begin my friend, Wes Klyde, is the quarterback for our football team, ironically, called the Knights. Earlier that day we had a game that would determine whether we would go to the playoffs and unfortunately for us the game was in overtime. Well, I thought I had a lot of pressure being the center, but that was nothing compared to the amount of pressure Wes had to face. With half a minute to go and 30 yards away from the end zone, we need to score, plain and simple.
"Set, Hike!" I snapped the ball to Wes, who immediately took three steps back while the tight end went out for the pass. Wes threw the ball and time seemed to stop. All I wanted to know was, what was Wes wondering? Was he thinking about the team's reaction, was he pondering how this will effect his reputation at school, in my opinion he's probably the most popular person at his school, or was he thinking about me? Maybe he was just thinking is it our destiny to win? Ya right! Just then a defensive linebacker launched himself into the air and intercepted the ball. Once his feet hit the ground time seemed to speed up as he made his way to the end zone. The opposing sideline seemed to burst out in cheers and laughter. While we went deathly still, I turned to Wes and his eyes were full of guilt and malice. When I got home, I immediately grab the phone and ran to my room, trying to avoid my dad. I called Wes, but his mom told me he was taking a shower. So fifteen minutes later I tried again and got same response. I tried again 15 minutes later and still got the response again and again. Until finally his mom said he'll see you at the pizza party. I completely forgot the coach had called a pizza party. I took this chance to meet him; hopefully he would be open to talking. "I hope he comes," I told my teammate, Lance. "Roy, you know if I was Wes I would feel a little uncomfortable with you wanting to always be around me. I mean, don't you think you're crossing a line?" he asked me, probably concerned about my sanity. I thought about his words spoken in his calm, but a little sad voice. Maybe I was coming off, as obsessive, but I didn't know it at the time. I just thought he was overreacting. "What do you know? Wes doesn't think so. Maybe he likes the attention," I replied. "Maybe he likes having a slave," Lance muttered under his breath. "What did you just say?" I snapped. "You heard me; you are the property of Wes Klyde!" "Property or no property. At least I have friends" I mocked. "Relax Roy," he snapped. "Get raped, White-rice." "Kiss my ass, hybrid," he said coldly and stormed out the front door of the pizza parlor. A moment later, he stepped back in and said, "Roy, Wes is here." I turned around to see Wes and his parents walking through the doorway. Behind them, walking away was Lance. I still feel bad about that, even now, but my dad always says life will separate men from the boys...but who was the boy in this situation? I heard Wes tell his mom something then he began to walk towards me. "Hey, Wes," I said hoping to get a response, I didn't so I continued, "I tried to call you."
This time he did say something,"I know." At least he didn't forget how to talk, I thought, But next time it's an open-ended question. "What happened? Did you fall into the toilet, again?" I joked. "Why are you so concerned about me? Don't you have your own life so you can stop living in mine! Stop worshiping me! Live your own damn life!" he yelled. Ouch! Thought it hurt I still said, "You don't mean that." He glared at me, "Do I?" Then bumped past me and left out the back door. Something told me not to follow, that he was right, and I do worship him. Maybe it was that worship that made me follow him. I walked outside through the backdoor, to see Wes standing outside glaring at the sky. "Wes, I'm..." I saw what Wes was staring at and for the first time I saw one of the many exciting things that being a knight holds. There in the sky was a huge ring of light spewing flares in every direction. One flare was coming straight at us. I didn't know to do. I was frozen in amazement that I couldn't run from the great ball of light. As the flare came closer it grew in size and light. The light overwhelmed my eyes so all I could see was white light. Then everything went black. Cold. I felt a chill on my back. I was laying down on some surface, that wasn't anywhere near the cement of the parking lot. "Where am I?" I wondered. I opened my eyes to see darkness, with a faint glow. I rose to my knees to get a better view. I was on some kind of platform. "Kingdom Hearts," I said to myself relating my surroundings to a video game. The platform was golden marble and had red engravings. Quite beautiful, counting my situation. I turned to see where the glow was coming from to find a great golden-red flame in the center of the pillar. "Cool," I said to myself. Stay away. The words seemed to appear in my head, but I obeyed. Minutes past like hours, I sat there staring at the flame until I saw something I hadn't seen before. In the heart of the flame was a sword. The sword had a sleek silver handle but the blade was split, which I thought was useless, but I still dared to get it. I got up and walked to the blaze. Don't touch the flame it will burn you. Again the words came to me, commanding me to stay away. Then a crazy thought came to my head, "The fire won't burn, it is here to help." That's completely absurd, fire is never helpful, it is a hazard and needs to be put out. It was then I knew those words weren't from my head, I would never say absurd or say something bad about fire. I reached for the sword. If you play with the fire Wes won't be able to save you, again. Now it seemed more of a whisper than words in my head. I put my hand to a halt. "I don't need him." Then I trusted my hand into the flame, though it didn't burn. It had a tingling feeling, like when your foot falls asleep. I grabbed the hilt of the sword, and then it burst into flames, though it was hard to notice except for the ring of light that now surrounded my hand. The ring seemed to make the flames rush over me. I didn't notice the darkness around turn condense behind me. I stood there frozen with shock and the flames gripping me. The blaze spread up my arm, across my chest, and seemed to seep into my heart. When all the flames were in my heart I looked at my wrist. In place of the ring was a gold bracelet, almost like a cufflink but complete. "Sleek," I admired the bracelet. I felt a grip on my shoulder before I was suddenly tossed across the pillar. I landed hard on my back before I slid off the edge. I immediately grabbed the edge. I held on with my might, when an armored figure walked up. His armor was black lined with dark purple, his mask was like a horned skull had nothing but shadow behind it. All cracks of the armor were the blackest purple. The closer he came the more the temperature dropped. He was being manifested of true and pure evil. He knelt down leaned forward and said, "I will put out this ember." His voice sent chills down my spine as he kick off my hands and I fell into the abyss...
I stood there staring out the window, the day still puzzling in my head. My name is Roy Cloud. I'm a Knight of Legacy age 13. What is a Knight of Legacy you might ask? How should I know, I just became one. How did a African-Spanish boy became a knight, well I'm not sure, it happened all at once. To begin my friend, Wes Klyde, is the quarterback for our football team, ironically, called the Knights. Earlier that day we had a game that would determine whether we would go to the playoffs and unfortunately for us the game was in overtime. Well, I thought I had a lot of pressure being the center, but that was nothing compared to the amount of pressure Wes had to face. With half a minute to go and 30 yards away from the end zone, we need to score, plain and simple.
"Set, Hike!" I snapped the ball to Wes, who immediately took three steps back while the tight end went out for the pass. Wes threw the ball and time seemed to stop. All I wanted to know was, what was Wes wondering? Was he thinking about the team's reaction, was he pondering how this will effect his reputation at school, in my opinion he's probably the most popular person at his school, or was he thinking about me? Maybe he was just thinking is it our destiny to win? Ya right! Just then a defensive linebacker launched himself into the air and intercepted the ball. Once his feet hit the ground time seemed to speed up as he made his way to the end zone. The opposing sideline seemed to burst out in cheers and laughter. While we went deathly still, I turned to Wes and his eyes were full of guilt and malice. When I got home, I immediately grab the phone and ran to my room, trying to avoid my dad. I called Wes, but his mom told me he was taking a shower. So fifteen minutes later I tried again and got same response. I tried again 15 minutes later and still got the response again and again. Until finally his mom said he'll see you at the pizza party. I completely forgot the coach had called a pizza party. I took this chance to meet him; hopefully he would be open to talking. "I hope he comes," I told my teammate, Lance. "Roy, you know if I was Wes I would feel a little uncomfortable with you wanting to always be around me. I mean, don't you think you're crossing a line?" he asked me, probably concerned about my sanity. I thought about his words spoken in his calm, but a little sad voice. Maybe I was coming off, as obsessive, but I didn't know it at the time. I just thought he was overreacting. "What do you know? Wes doesn't think so. Maybe he likes the attention," I replied. "Maybe he likes having a slave," Lance muttered under his breath. "What did you just say?" I snapped. "You heard me; you are the property of Wes Klyde!" "Property or no property. At least I have friends" I mocked. "Relax Roy," he snapped. "Get raped, White-rice." "Kiss my ass, hybrid," he said coldly and stormed out the front door of the pizza parlor. A moment later, he stepped back in and said, "Roy, Wes is here." I turned around to see Wes and his parents walking through the doorway. Behind them, walking away was Lance. I still feel bad about that, even now, but my dad always says life will separate men from the boys...but who was the boy in this situation? I heard Wes tell his mom something then he began to walk towards me. "Hey, Wes," I said hoping to get a response, I didn't so I continued, "I tried to call you."
This time he did say something,"I know." At least he didn't forget how to talk, I thought, But next time it's an open-ended question. "What happened? Did you fall into the toilet, again?" I joked. "Why are you so concerned about me? Don't you have your own life so you can stop living in mine! Stop worshiping me! Live your own damn life!" he yelled. Ouch! Thought it hurt I still said, "You don't mean that." He glared at me, "Do I?" Then bumped past me and left out the back door. Something told me not to follow, that he was right, and I do worship him. Maybe it was that worship that made me follow him. I walked outside through the backdoor, to see Wes standing outside glaring at the sky. "Wes, I'm..." I saw what Wes was staring at and for the first time I saw one of the many exciting things that being a knight holds. There in the sky was a huge ring of light spewing flares in every direction. One flare was coming straight at us. I didn't know to do. I was frozen in amazement that I couldn't run from the great ball of light. As the flare came closer it grew in size and light. The light overwhelmed my eyes so all I could see was white light. Then everything went black. Cold. I felt a chill on my back. I was laying down on some surface, that wasn't anywhere near the cement of the parking lot. "Where am I?" I wondered. I opened my eyes to see darkness, with a faint glow. I rose to my knees to get a better view. I was on some kind of platform. "Kingdom Hearts," I said to myself relating my surroundings to a video game. The platform was golden marble and had red engravings. Quite beautiful, counting my situation. I turned to see where the glow was coming from to find a great golden-red flame in the center of the pillar. "Cool," I said to myself. Stay away. The words seemed to appear in my head, but I obeyed. Minutes past like hours, I sat there staring at the flame until I saw something I hadn't seen before. In the heart of the flame was a sword. The sword had a sleek silver handle but the blade was split, which I thought was useless, but I still dared to get it. I got up and walked to the blaze. Don't touch the flame it will burn you. Again the words came to me, commanding me to stay away. Then a crazy thought came to my head, "The fire won't burn, it is here to help." That's completely absurd, fire is never helpful, it is a hazard and needs to be put out. It was then I knew those words weren't from my head, I would never say absurd or say something bad about fire. I reached for the sword. If you play with the fire Wes won't be able to save you, again. Now it seemed more of a whisper than words in my head. I put my hand to a halt. "I don't need him." Then I trusted my hand into the flame, though it didn't burn. It had a tingling feeling, like when your foot falls asleep. I grabbed the hilt of the sword, and then it burst into flames, though it was hard to notice except for the ring of light that now surrounded my hand. The ring seemed to make the flames rush over me. I didn't notice the darkness around turn condense behind me. I stood there frozen with shock and the flames gripping me. The blaze spread up my arm, across my chest, and seemed to seep into my heart. When all the flames were in my heart I looked at my wrist. In place of the ring was a gold bracelet, almost like a cufflink but complete. "Sleek," I admired the bracelet. I felt a grip on my shoulder before I was suddenly tossed across the pillar. I landed hard on my back before I slid off the edge. I immediately grabbed the edge. I held on with my might, when an armored figure walked up. His armor was black lined with dark purple, his mask was like a horned skull had nothing but shadow behind it. All cracks of the armor were the blackest purple. The closer he came the more the temperature dropped. He was being manifested of true and pure evil. He knelt down leaned forward and said, "I will put out this ember." His voice sent chills down my spine as he kick off my hands and I fell into the abyss...