I hope you enjoy this one. I personally don't think it's amazing, but it gets the job done. The first chapter was mainly and introducing one: you learned what things Lyndon went through, practically every day. You will get to know him much more in the coming chapters.

Chapter 2

Why do they hate me so? I kept on thinking. I could not figure it out, no matter how hard I worked my brain. I wasn't that mean. I tried to be nice to everyone. I was kind of athletic. Other than the fact that I had royally messed up that kick yesterday, I was usually pretty decent at sports.

And I certainly wasn't ugly, overweight, or anything else that often got people ostracized.

I stared into the mirror at my reflection. My long, shoulder blue hair was a light, almost white blue color. It was near the same tone as the foam on the sea, with a tint of green. My sapphire blue eyes were deep and mysterious. I had on a dark blue vest lined with gold buttons. The vest was open to show my white undershirt. I wore light blue pants that I could easily roll up when it was hot out. My boots were a little above my ankle and shaded a dim white with a hint of blue, trimmed with black on the edges.

I remember once, an elder had said my face was similar to that of the hero, Piers. I didn't understand what she meant, but she explained it to me. He was one of the eight heroes who saved our world. I was proud to bear his likeness.

I soon learned why they grew to hate me.

My stomach startled to growl, and I realized I had not eaten breakfast yet. Hurrying downstairs, I quickly sat at the table.

My dad was there, cooking some toasted bread. He just finished toasting it as I entered. He took out some spices and butter, and topped the bread with it. Putting them on a large plate, he sat down and placed the serving in the center of the table.

"Eat up, Lyndon," he said to me. "You have to grow big and strong, like me someday."

I shrugged. I was small for my size, but I didn't like to think about it. I took some pieces of toast and began to nibble on it.

"So, Lyndon, how is everything going?" he asked me. It was one of those rare times where he was actually interested in my life.

I took another bite out of my meal and put it down. "Fine," I replied.

"You seem troubled. Is anything bothering you?" he questioned me.

I couldn't tell him. He didn't need to know. He'd just make fun of me. "I said, I'm fine. Don't worry."

He gave an unsatisfied look. "If you say so…"

We then continued to eat our food in silence. When I was finished, I got up from the table and began to head towards my room.

"Lyndon," he said to me, getting up from the table. "I need you to get something for me."

I stopped abruptly, and turned around. "What is it?" I said in a disgruntled voice. I didn't want to run any stupid errands for him.

"Go to the market and buy some milk for us. We're all out of it. Here, take this," he said. He pulled some money out of his wallet and rested it in my hands.

"Be back as soon as you can. Goodbye."

I sighed and put the money in my pocket. I opened the door and went outside.

The sun was still rising, shining its golden rays upon the town. I walked among the streets, taking the alleys around the houses for the shortest way possible. I soon reached the temple, and then took the path from there.

As I was walking down a side street, I felt something nick the side of my head.

"Damn it, I missed!" I could hear someone mumble. However, I could not see the source of the voice.

I shrugged and continued to walk. But suddenly, something sharp and hard collided into the back of my head. I cried out, and fell to the ground.

"Ha, nice shot Erik!" I could hear someone shout. Everyone started to laugh. Soon they all began to throw those dangerous rocks at me.

I just laid there helpless. I could only sit and whimper as they chucked the objects at me, cutting my skin and letting blood fly freely. The wound on the back of my head started to leak thick, red blood, which caused my neck to become wet. My clothes began to become damp from the blood the rocks were causing to my body.

But miraculously, I did not cry. Even as they continued to assault me, I never faltered. I stayed motionless on the ground, covering my head with my arms, but I did not break into tears.

They had ambushed me, for no reason at all. They just wanted to pick on me again. The feeling of being a failure sunk into my mind again. I became infuriated with them. I wasn't mad at myself, for some reason. I was disgusted and appalled at their behavior. They were teenagers. They should know better than to treat me this way.

I clenched my fists and concentrated. I slowly got up, my clothes torn and ruined. They still continued to go into their fits of laughter, but I was too angry to care.

I focused my energy. I was ready to severely maim those jerks. I wouldn't let them push me around. With blood and sweat leaking into my eyes, I let out a cry of stinging pain and launched my fist into the space in front of me, heading towards the attackers.

But instead of physically harming them, something happened. My body began to glow a magical color. A deep humming sound became emitted from the area around us. The bullies gawked in astonishment at was happening behind me.

I continued to channel the rage flowing inside of me. I was no longer able to control it. All the harassment I had received through my years was snowballing inside of me, and I had just unleashed it.

An enormous howling noise pierced through the sky, letting off an astonishing roar. Gargantuan chunks of ice began to plummet from the sky and pummel my opponents. I stood and watched the cataclysmic effect. All I could see was a blur of blue and white. The ice continued to fly down from the sky. I heard screams of agony as the enemies were annihilated.

Moments later it had ended. I stood at the heap of mangled bodies that I had caused. The massacre was truly outstanding. Although I hated them with all my heart, I was thankful they were not dead.

Painful suffering is better than death, I thought. They deserve this.

Erik, bloody and worn, spoke up. "Look, Lyndon, I don't know what in the bloody hell you just did, but you will pay for this, you little son of a bitch. You are a freak, you damn bastard. You will never be one of us. You are an outcast. You do not belong. You will die at our hands."

I stared at him.

"Get away, you freak. FREAK. GET AWAY, YOU FREAK! ENJOY YOUR TIME ALIVE!" Erik shouted. His voice reverberated throughout the land.

I was terrified. I ran home as fast as I could. I didn't even bother getting any milk. I just ran into my room and fell onto my bed. I tried to ponder what had caused that magic to happen, but I had no idea.

But most of all, I was horrified. They would torment me more than ever now. And quite frankly, I was scared out of my mind.

I knew why they hated me, though. I was different. Without warning, I would create something strange. It had happened in the past. All of a sudden, I caused something destructive to happen. I didn't know how to control it at the time, so these events were quite random. That must have been why they loathed me: I was a Pandora's Box. They never knew when I would let out the power hidden within me. They couldn't trust me, because even I couldn't trust myself.

Throughout the journey, I learned to control this power. If I hadn't, we all would have died.

But, because I had been bestowed with the gift of an Adept, my life had become a living horror.

And yet, it seemed as if the worst had just begun.