Chapter Two:
The Daydream
Tears of a blue sky come pouring down like a veil covering an empty moon, now forming mountains of waves from the sea. As swiftly and roughly, as a mother dog protects her young or like the crashing of two speeding cars, one late for work, the other too young to care - nature was singing. The scent of natural fragrances wild: roses, tulips, sweet peas, sunflowers, lilies - all blending together with the smell of rain and mud formed a new unknown smell.
A young boy dressed in a school uniform walked along a desolate beach. His hair was black, short, and spiky. He had bangs that came past his eyes, which were the color of emeralds. Around his neck, he had a necklace of two dragons intertwined.
He walked from the crying beach to the sunless secondary xylem of trees and shrubs. The strong rain stopped, now leaving the full moon to hang in the night's sky creating a slumbering effect. Then the sky grew dark, heralding a gloomy and melancholy atmosphere.
Out of nowhere, a weird déjà vu feeling came over him of sorrow and grief. It was as if he had lived here before, and some big horrible event happened here. However, he knew he had never been there before. Heck, he didn't even know where here was. Nevertheless, the feeling would not go away. He felt as desolate as a soft playing piano accompanied by violins, and as alone as an 85-year-old woman whose friends have died out on her, and as forgotten as the memories they once shared; the green-eyed boy wondered alone in that feeling of sorrow and grief.
'Where am I?' he thought to himself 'um… the last thing I remember is…' his thoughts were interrupted by a preternatural image in a giant oak tree's trunk. The image was of four little boys running their mouths and playing during class, laughing aloud and smiling at a mad teacher.
'I remember that back then I was …' again, his thoughts are interrupted by a image of the four boys playing pretend air fights , and boasting about what they will become and pretending to be what they are not.
"Hey, you over there!"
The green-eyed boy turned to where he heard the voice at but saw nothing there.
"What the hell was that?" he said. He looked closely to where he heard the voice, and he could barely make out a shadow. He took off after it.
It was a cold night and the green-eyed boy felt his body begin to freeze. He could see his breath coming out his mouth even though he was not breathing hard. He had looked and looked but he could not find the other person.
As he walked forward, he ran into a tree engraved with the words, "Beware the morning star, for you might not know him as you think he is." Confusion and fear flashed across his emerald wet countenance.
Then finally, the green-eyed boy came upon what looked to be another boy wearing the same uniform. The other boy seemed to be playing Hide and Seek in the shadow of a dying oak tree. The green-eyed boy walked closer to get a better look but stopped when the other boy looked at him.
The other boy's face was still behind the shadow as he spoke, "Through his death only then did I understand the meaning of your tears."
"What…? Who's dead? Wha..." the green-eyed boy tried to ask but was interrupted.
"Fire burns through the hardest of winters and the darkest of nights, leading slaves to freedom, knights to war, and kings to their death without hesitation, but you can't even fly."
Balling up his fist the green-eyed boy yelled, "WHAT, are you talking about?"
"In fear, there is strength," the other boy inched closer to the green-eyed boy but his face still could not be seen.
"What the heck are you talking about?! And where am I!? How did …"
"In sorrow there is courage. One only needs to reach out and grab it to believe." The other boy moved a little closer, and from what the green-eyed boy could see, the other boy was about the same age as himself.
"What sort of destiny awaits me now?" asked the other boy. Then, like looking in a mirror, he saw the last thing he expected. Right there, before his eyes, was himself.
"KIRA! Stop day dreaming! You're starting to act like Troy!"
"Yes! Miss Kline" Kira replied as he raised his head. 'Wow that was all just a day dream.'
"WHAT? I RESENT THAT!" Bellowed Troy as he jumped out of his seat pointing his hand at the manudent. Everyone in class now turned their attention toward Troy whose eyes looked to have fire in them.
"Boy! Sit down and be quiet! Now as I was saying…Oh yeah, two weekends ago, Emperor Maximus Crane died. Now his son, Levi Crane is the High Emperor of the Mandamus Empire and the High Spellbinder of the courts of Thebes."
As the manudent talked, a larger plasma screen behind her shot a projection that displayed the pictures of the people and place she had said in midair in the center of the classroom. On the side of the pictures was information she could play with by using a pointer. She could add things in her handwriting or delete things as she wished.
The whole room looked shiny, as if it just had been painted very fashionable and very nouvelle vague. It even smelled nice, like strawberries and cream.
Miss Kline continued, "The courts of Thebes are made up of the noble family, the Spellbinder that governs each state and small island, and the leader of other counties in the Mandamus Empire."
"Pssst…"
"Hey, Kira what's gotten into …." Troy had tried to whisper until Miss Kline threw him a look that read 'just try it'. He really was not in the mood to deal with her again so he just let it go.
"Again, Emperor Levi Crane's first cousin, Malachi Crane, the prodigy of the noble family, is next in line for the throne; after that their uncle Justin who has two sons. Now remember, a man or a woman, not of noble blood cannot take the throne, so neither the late Emperor Maximus' wife Natasha Crane nor Justin's wife Avril Crane can take the throne. Also …"
The ringing of a loud bell cut Miss Kline off from what she had been saying. Looking up at the clock on the other side of the room, Miss Kline realized that is was 12:30 pm. "Well, that's it for today class dismissed" she said.