The Chronicles of the Ender King: Chapter 1

Cloud woke up in his bedroom.

It was a bit cold. The whole room was a comfortable size and mostly everything wood. Wood floors, wooden book shelves, wooden chests, a window, and such. Cloud stretched and yawned under his blanket. He then got out of bed.

"Holy-" He says as he wraps his red blanket around him. It was abnormally cold so he was startled. The floor was cold too as he walked across it barefoot. He made his way across his room to another; the bathroom. There he had a tub of warm water ready that he boiled over the night. He looked into the reflection of hisself.

Cloud was a 17-year-old boy with medium-length black hair. He moved his fringe out of his tired, black, and piercing eyes. His eyes looked like two black holes on the reflection. He scratched at his rough chin which he had just shaven a night ago. He felt the broadness of it in a narcissistic manner. After a bit he got up and took off his black t-shirt to get in the tub. There then was a banging on his door.

His tired eyes opened up a bit. He was startled because no one knocks on his door this early in the day. Normally not many people are up at this time; Cloud gets up early to take care of his wheat fields.

He put his shirt back on and ran downstairs. His house had two stories with a basement that he built on his own, which was why it was bigger than most houses his village. The downstairs floor was a living room and kitchen both connected.

The banging on the door continued. Every bang agitated Cloud more and more. He finally reaches the door and opened it wildly.

"WHAT IS IT?" He yells. His expression of anger turned to surprise when he saw it was his best friend's father.

"Oh, Mr. Wheaton I am- What the hell..."

Cloud's jaw drops as he stares at the atrocities before him. The whole village was all debris; rubble. People are scattered; crying and confused. The whole village was destroyed. Part of it still had embers burning.

Mr. Wheaton grabs Cloud's shoulders as Cloud begins to sway side-to-side uncontrollably. Cloud drops to the ground limp, tears in his eyes. He had fainted. This village was where Cloud was born and raised. This was his home, his life, everything. To see it gone like that pierced his heart. It was all gone.

Cloud woke up on his couch a while later, which Mr. Wheaton looking out the window with his arms at his back.

"What the hell happened?"

Mr. Wheaton turns to Cloud.

"We have been attacked.."

"By what." Cloud says rubbing his eyes.

"Your father."