I'M BACK!

I know you have all long since awaited my return. Lol Jk. I know no one cares *(besides you Aub-bob. I know you love me. I love you too! {no homo}) Anyways. I just wrote this story. This is not the first time I have dealt with Greek Mythology but it IS the first time I have dealt with a God instead of a Demigod. Tell me what you think in an awesome review or inbox. Enjoy!

The Legend of Zeighlind

By: Rai Con

Chapter One

"NO! DON'T!" Zeighlind screamed up at his father, whom was holding a crackling lightning bolt aimed straight at his son's face, ready to kill him.

6 Months Earlier

In a small town just outside of Indianapolis, Indiana, was a small community nicknamed "Brian's Hill". It was nicknamed this because of the large mountain-like hill in the center of the neighborhood. And near the base of this hill, was Brian's Hill High. The highschool for this area. And in this highschool, in a classroom on the left side, in the very back of the room, sat a young man.

He had dark green eyes, almost like the color of evergreen trees. And dark, smoky gray hair that looks black in most light. His skin was as pale as... as... lightning to be truthful... and ironic. His smile... Oh his smile. Casual, yet sweet. Cunning, yet... truthful. Devious, yet completely dependable. Matched with his eyes, he makes you feel like a million bucks. More than that. More than anyone can describe. He's plainly... incredible... He's... Zeighlind...

The bell rang out, the high pitched ring echoing around the school, signaling the end of the period. Zeighlind Light stood up to leave his classroom. As usual, people moved out of his way. That's just the way things had been since Zeighlind had come to the human world...

You see, Zeighlind did not grow up in the human world. In fact, he is much older than he may appear. But I'll save that for later on in the story...

Zeighlind strolled down the hallway when a local boy, Mike Morris, came down the hallway in the opposite direction. Everyone liked Zeighlind, though he was a little strange. Everyone... except Mike Morris.

He easily spotted Zeighlind, as Zeighlind is almost 7 foot tall. Zeighlind had also noticed Mike, but kept walking, hoping to not cause conflict. However, Mike had other plans.

Mike approached Zeighlind at quite a brisk pace, obviously not wanting to waist any time. Mike stood in front of Zeighlind, blocking his path.

Mike, being only 6'2, glared up at Zeighlind. "I heard you were hanging around my girlfriend yesterday." Mike said angrily, pressing his hands against Zeighlind's chest in an effort to shove him backward, which, ultimately, failed.

Zeighlind recalled none such a thing, but suspected it was just another way for Mike to try and cause a fight. "I beg your pardon?" Zeighlind replied politely.

This only further enraged Mike. He pressed against Zeighlind's chest again. Harder. This time causing Zeighlind to fall back a step.

And this...

Is where the story begins...

I looked at the putrid human who glared back at me from behind glassy eyes fueled by hatred. Who is this kid? I thought to myself. No sensible reason to hate me, yet so much fire burned within him. He hates me, but has no good reason... That was one human quality I despised. Hatred.

Sure, my family and I have dislike but never hatred. It seemed an utterly useless and completely, profoundly, ignorant emotion. I say ignorant, for only one who does not truly understand another's intentions, can "hate" them.

And so I simply retaliated to his action with righting myself, and speaking in a calm, fluent tone. "There is no need for violence." I spoke as professionally as I could. True, I look like a regular teenage boy, but I must remember my heritage and manners, even if I don't wish to belong to my "roots".

"No need for violence. Let's all go get a nice cup of cocoa and play with our dolls!" Mike spoke in a voice, a pathetic mock of my own, only much higher pitch.

Stating that I am immature, by mocking me? Smooth move Sherlock. I retorted mentally. "Mike, just because you don't like me, doesn't mean you need to insult me. Now. Why don't you march your happy little butt to your next class and there won't be an issue." A small flame ignited inside of my chest, causing me to become a little more short-tempered and blunt with him.

"Oh! Little Miss Priss gained an attitude! Well, then!" Mike spoke as a small crowd began to envelope us. Mostly girls and some of Mike's football friends (whom neither liked nor disliked me.) Mike took a step closer to me in an attempt to intimidate me. This, of course, failed due to the height difference.

Towering over him like a large, thick, strong evergreen tree compared to a slightly muscular tulip bush, Mike looked like a fool, and I, looked obviously superior.

But, unfortunately for him, Mike is the kind of fellow who doesn't care about superficial features (height, weight, muscles, etc.) He took a step closer to me and I noticed his left hand, tightly balled into a fist. Anger pulsed through him. He was annoyed and enraged by the fact that I didn't seem in the least bit angry, let alone intimidated or even mildly disrupted or upset.

"Mike, you better get back to class before I have to kick your sorry butt all the way back to your mom." Anger also pulsed through myself. I'd felt this kind of anger before. A few months back...

..."But you can't just do that!" I screamed at my father. He was utterly ignoring my protests.

"I can. And I will. And that's the last we will hear of this conversation young man." My father retorted kind of blandly in that 'I'm the boss, you'll do as I say' tone.

This only enraged me further. I clenched my fist and stared heatedly at his back, wishing badly my eyes would develop razor beams and I could blast through that thing he calls a heart, annihilating it to pieces. Of course, I couldn't do that, but it doesn't mean I can't try.

"You can't possibly keep treating me like I'm a little boy! Those people will suffer! I can't allow you to make this decision!" I screamed at my father's back. He hadn't even turned to look at me. 'Go to Had-' My thought was cut short by my father's voice escalating into an angry growl, projecting off of the walls of the throne room. He had turned around and was staring at me with that crazy, stormy gaze of anger that I'd seen one too many times.

"I WILL DO WHAT I WANT. I AM YOUR FATHER, MIND YOU. YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO DISRESPECT ME IN SUCH A MANNER!" He yelled furiously, glaring me right in the eye.

"DO YOU EXPECT ME TO SIT BY AND WATCH WHILE YOU CLAIM WAR ON AN INNOCENT PEOPLE?" I shot the question at him like a shocking lightning bolt. Aimed straight for the heart.

"Innocent..." He muttered to himself. I watched my literal lightning bolt zoom towards the target. "Away with you. Dissolve yourself from my presence. This discussion is over. That is that. Return to me when you have earned yourself to be the rightful son I deserve, and dispose of this bratty, ignorant fool you have become. You disgust me. Good riddance." Apparently I missed... But he sure didn't. I stepped back and watched the throne room doors shut and lock. I turned and walked out of the palace, tears streaming down my cheeks...

Mike's words drew me back from the horrid flashback. It took me a while before I could actually make sense of what he was yelling in my face.

… "Hello? Momma's Boy? You in there brat? Come on dude! Bet you couldn't even throw a punch!" Mike was yelling at me.

With a combination of the flashback, and Mike's taunting, my anger level boiled over. I believe I may have even cursed in Latin a bit under my breath. I cracked my knuckles and raised my fist. By this time, numerous kids were already yelling 'Fight! Fight! Fight!' I just wanted to be-rid of this kid. He was annoying the Hades out of me!

Mike raised his fist to fight back when suddenly, he jabbed me once, really good, in the stomach. Of course, it didn't really hurt. More of a poking feeling. But with this punch, came the sufficient 'CRACK' of bone. I dropped my fists and looked down at Mike's hand. Broken. Obviously. The bone was sticking out and I could faintly recognize Mike screaming in the background of my thoughts.

Maybe father was right. Maybe humans do need to be eliminated. Maybe... I walked back down the hallway and out the front doors. I needed to think...

And that's the end of the first chapter. Tell me what you think! Do you like Zeighlind? What do you think of Mike Morris (Hint, hint, he plays into the plot later on!). Do you think it was fair the way Zeighlind's father treated him? Leave me a revier or inbox me! :D ~Rai