I own nothing but my imagination. Though sometimes it feels as if it owns me.
Prologue
It was a nice day in Sweet Amoris High. Not too hot or cold, just temperate and in the middle of Spring, when the cherry blossoms filled the air with their sweet aroma. One of the best distinctions of this school was the sweet aroma that emitted from the flowers in the spring. It smelled like love.
But the sweet flowers were the last thing on Kentin's mind as he shuffled from one class to another. He had to hurry because this class was all the way on the other side of the school and his short legs could only travel as a certain speed. Clutching his books to his chest, he huffed out what may have been a swear word when he saw a group of older, taller boys blocking his path.
"What have we here?" they started mockingly.
"Is that an Oompa Loompa?" one of them joked, making them all laugh.
"Oompa Loompas are orange." Kentin intervened.
"A munchkin then!" Another one added.
"What are you doing so far from Oz?" One said.
"I'm just trying to get to class" said kentin, attempting to squeeze through. The older boys however wouldn't let him. They grabbed him by the shoulder and pushed him back.
"You better watch it little guy. You're not in Kansas anymore!" Sneered the first one. If Kentin didn't have to rush he'd have gone around the longer way but being that he did, he saw a small opening between one's legs and picked his books off the floor and charged for it, knocking the older boy over as he did. The other three boys were poised to go after him when out of the blue a fifth one came along and called them off. He was taller than all of them and had straight red hair that came down to just about the shoulders. His name we will later learn is "Castiel" and he admired the pluck and courage of the little guy who had the gumption to go against four guys and come out on top so to speak. He decided then that this wouldn't be his last confrontation with that guy and walked off to class laughing. In the student council room, yet another boy who'd witnessed the scene was laughing to himself. He pushed some papers around and pretended to be working but he couldn't get the image of that little guy squeezing past those goons out of his mind. He smiled as he left the office that day and quite frankly he didn't know why, but he did know that that guy was worth checking into.