Chapter 4

"The Prodigy"

1 HOUR EARLIER

The blue sky overhead seemed fitting for a fresh start as it gave the day a clear, sun filled day. After being on the ship for a week it seemed like heaven was within reach, just because there was room to stretch. As students clammered about going to training room, or going to explore the campus two stood in the middle of the school grounds. Two boys, one had been gifted with jet black hair and a mysterious mood hanging about him. He seemed to be around the age of seventeen, and he was pretty tall for his age. Next to him stood another tall boy, he had a lightish brown hair that was a bit messy up top but around his head was clean shaven. The boy with the dark hair turned to his friend. "So…we are actually doing this huh?" The boy with brown hair turned and gave a small chuckle. "According to you we should have been here last year."

The boy with black hair gave the boy with brown a grimacing look. "Well we had problems Jean." The boy with brown hair had been identified as Jean Christen, child prodigy of Mal Christen and Lillian Satoun. Those who aren't familiar with those names should know that these two are two of the greatest warriors that have ever fought the creatures of grimm in Rosa. However ten years ago they departed from this world as a unrelenting force of grimm that had never been seen before, took siege of their house and slew everyone of them. However they left one to live, one to survive. That sole survivor of the Christen name was Jean. "Yeah, problems caused by you. Jakey Wakey" Jean shot back a smirk.

The other boy was identified as Jake Darkseid a mysterious boy with a mysterious past. He had been Jean's friend for the longest of time. "Listen Jean you know odds are we won't be on the same team right?" Jean gave a comforting smile.

"Well you don't have any faith in the system, eh?"

"It's not that it's just there are approximately three thousand students attending in our class. Also I've done my research and Mr. Marcus does not allow free formed teams."

"I trust he'll make the right choices in the end. Even when we're not together I'm sure it will work out. You don't need a crutch like me holding you back."

Jake shook his head; as he listened to the typical Jean talking sweet and smooth trying to convince him to give it a chance. Jean always knew how to get on Jake's good side. It's thanks to that, they remained friends for many years. Jake was nervous about this training and such. Personally he didn't want to come, but Jean insisted that they become hunters together. Jake has really relied on Jean through the years, maybe Jean is right maybe splitting up would be good. Finally branch out, to be honest Jean may be a super cool prodigy, but he is a bit of a dweeb. It was actually a harder decision then he thought it would be, but finally Jake submit to the Jean's valid point/

"Fine I guess you're right." Jake scratched the back of his head after finishing his sentence. "I'm going to go find the dorms… I guess I'll see you later?"

Jean smiled, now knowing he had won. "Alright! I'm going to walk around, listen just come find me if you need me. Alright?

"Yeah… Sure."

They nodded and parted ways off on their own adventures. They'd see each other again. Jean had gone to check out the "competition." While Jake had gone to find a place to rest. Two completely opposite souls bound in friendship, yes they were an odd pair, but they remained friends nether the less. Jean greeted every student with a smile, and a strong grip. While exploring the courtyard Jean met a girl, a special girl.

Jean had just finished talking with a boy about the boy's rocket mace when a seemingly shy-ish girl with flowing brown hair, and a beautiful emerald green dress came into view. Jean stared in awe, not of this girl's inconceivable cuteness, but of the large axe that rested upon her back. "Oh my…. A titanium framed, wood gripped, steel edged, FLAME AXE!?" The girl turned upon hearing Jean's exclamations. "Hm? Oh this ol' thing? It was um well… my fathers" Jean's face gave of the expression of a gleeful boy as he examined it. The girl spoke up again. "My name is Emerald Hall…" Jean shot up and extended his arm. "Jean Christen! Weapon expert and huge nerd extrodinare. (patent pending)"

"Oh yes the heir to the Christen bloodline." Emerald grabbed his hand very daintily, Emerald was not the social type.

"Uh well the only one left in the Christen bloodline to be blunt…"

"I am dreadfully sorry about your parents Jean."

"Um. Well I'm happy to have your sympathy." Jean looked to the ground still gripping Emerald's. Jean's family was a sensitive subject, a ghost forever haunting his memories.

"You're tearing up…"

"…"

An awkward silence came about after that, Emerald left with her parting words of "Well I'll see you soon, and I'm sorry.

Jean had left the courtyard, and found himself whistling down a hall. As he turned a corner he slammed into a giant hat. "Oh my bad sir." Jean got to his feet expecting a reply, but instead he found the man behind the hat arguing to himself. "No Esteban I am not hurt… NO! You are not going to kill him." The man brushed off his poncho and looked to Jean. "Oh sorry, just handling personal business." Jean was going to his mouth, but before words could escape his throat, sombrero man cut him off. "I'm Rey Don! Best trident fighter in the world! I would be in shock as well." Jean nodded. "Pleasure to make your acquaintance Rey."

Rey tipped his hat. "and your name?"

"Jean! Jean Christen!"

"Well it's great to meet you Jeany-boy!" Rey gave a huge smile and stuck out his arm giving thumbs up. "That's your nickname now! It kinda has a ring to it, huh?"

Jean smiled. "Yeah."

"So Jeany-boy! What interests you?"