This is a story that I had in my head for the longest time. Hopefully it turns out alright. The Revolution has begun.
It seemed like an ordinary Saturday. My usual drained self getting off work at around half past five. Day after day same bullshit. Serving ungrateful customers for eight hours, and then going back home to look after my drunk dad. I didn't really have school to distract myself either. I got expelled last year and didn't really bother to re-enroll anywhere else. So I decided to forget about school altogether and just get a job somewhere. You know, earn some money at least. I guess in reality, school was just never for me. Teachers going through mid-life crisis's, taking their anger out on innocent children, bullies running rampant doing whatever they want, to whoever they want. Its not like anyone cared. The teachers certainly didn't. And what do I get for finally deciding to stand up for myself? A letter of expulsion telling me to fuck off.
I guess that's what happens when you piss off the girl who has been blowing the principal every day after school. If I had someone who I was going to disappoint perhaps I would have been sad. But lo and behold I didn't. My father who is a major drunk spends his mornings drinking himself blind and the afternoons just sleeping on the couch. I used to hope he would just quit drinking and take care of me like all the other dads that I would see around the park when I was younger. Watching children playing games with their families at the local park always made me sad. It reminded me of something I never had. God, younger me was so naïve. Back then, that was important to me. Now... now I just don't care.
Walking along the curb for another twenty minutes and I finally arrived at my house. Entering inside I saw my dad snoring on the couch like his usual self, stinking of alcohol. From experience I know that he usually wakes up around seven so I decide put my coat and other stuff in my tiny room and prepare dinner. I don't even know why I still make dinner for him. He doesn't really do anything for me. Perhaps a small part of me still hopes that he will quit his addiction, turn around a new page and we will be a functioning family. I chuckle at my own thoughts. Do I even want that to happen? Aside from a flicker of sympathy, all I feel for him is resentment. Resentment for not being a good father. Resentment for being such a miserable piece of shit. And resentment for still making me hope that he will somehow change.
I began preparing the food. Its a simple dish, egg-fried rice but its my favorite. I have made it so many times that I can confidently say to myself that I make a mean egg-fried rice. I think the reason I make it so much is because the smell reminds me of my mother. From what I know my mother left when I was about three years old. I think that's one of the main reasons why my father is the way he his. Her memory is a vague one, but I vividly remember her making this dish for me. Apart from that the only thing I remember about her is that she had black hair.
Finishing up the dish I grab two plates form the drawer above the counter and put some in both plates. Then I yell at my dad so he wakes up" Dad get up! The foods ready!". I hear a grunt and see him waking up groaning. He gets up, his bloodshot eyes making him seem more like a zombie than human. His black hair long and wavy, reaching down his shoulders. He is quite tall and his genetics definitely passed on to me as well. For a 14 year old I am also quite tall being about 185cm (around 6ft1). and I have the same long black hair he does. Only difference mine is tied up in a manbun.
He sits down and gives me a faint smile. "Appreciate the food kid. You always did make it very tasty." And digs in eating like he hasn't eaten in weeks. Well if it wasn't for me he probably wouldn't. I pick up the spoon and start eating as well. It really is the same bullshit over and over again. I wonder what my mother is doing at the moment. Maybe she remarried and has another family that she loves now. Or she could be dead. Perhaps after I turn eighteen I will try to find her. Even if she doesn't want to be found, In my twisted way of thinking I want to confront her and demand why she left us. Why she left my dad in such a state. Oh well, maybe in a few years time. My father finishes up his food and gives a grunt as a thanks. I say goodnight to him as he walks away from the table towards his room. After about fifteen minutes of eating food and reminiscing about the past I also finish my food. I take both the plates and wash them over the sink. "I really should save up for a dish-washer. It would make things a hell of a lot easier." I say to myself. After I am done with that I head to my room and lie on my bed. I don't really know what I want to do with this life I am given. I don't even know what I want to do tomorrow. While I am thinking about all these things my conscious slowly starts to fade away and I fall into an uneasy sleep.
I don't know how long I slept for but it honestly felt like five minutes before the doorbell started ringing. I groaned and rolled over to my side to look at my clock. I looked at the time. Its fucking 3 AM. "Who the fuck is ringing this stupid doorbell at three in the morning." I got up and went out my room. And looked over at my dads door. I could still hear him snoring so that means he hasn't woken up yet. Good. I honestly cant deal with him right now. I went downstairs and struggled towards the still ringing door. "Whoever is outside they better be dying or something otherwise I just might punch them." I thought to myself. "Who is it?" I asked.
"Someone you shouldn't piss off." a voice said amusingly.
It was definitely a man. Was this a Jehovah's witness or something? I slowly opened the door and found myself facing a tall man in a black robe with a dark hood. I couldn't see his face at all. It was as if he was shrouded in shadows and the light just refused to light up his face. "What kind of trick is this?" I asked suspiciously. "Who are you? And what do you want from me at 3AM in the morning?" I asked angrily.
"Who I am my friend doesn't matter... What really matters is who you are." he said mysteriously I could almost feel like he was grinning at me but I couldn't tell you why.
"What the hell does that mean?"
"Aren't you Jaden Parker?"
"...Yes. How do you know me by the way? And how the fuck can I not see your face? "
"Ah that would be because of the concealment charm that's on my hood. It helps me hide my identity you see." he said mischievously.
What was this guy on about? Concealment charm? is he like a stand up magician or something?
"Okay... You still haven't told me who you are and what you want from me though." I added. This was getting really weird.
"What do I want from you? Nothing. What do I want to give to you? Everything." he said as he chuckled and grabbed me by the shirt.
My feet left the floor. Immediately my world started spinning and I couldn't breathe. This got worse as I felt myself almost being squeezed into a very thin cylinder. So many thoughts racing through my head but the main one was that I was going to die. And just as it started it ended. My feet touched the floor again and I fell down. I could feel the smooth stone floors as I felt sick to my stomach and and threw up on to the floor. The bile that was burning my throat hurt and after about two mins of heavy breathing I finally looked around.
I was inside a very large room with white marble floors. The ceiling was very high with many golden glowing chandeliers hanging from above. There was a beige staircase leading to an upper area. There were other rooms as well but they all had large wooden doors so I couldn't see what was on the other side of them. It felt like I was inside a moderately sized castle. Not small But nothing crazy either. I looked next to me and saw the hooded figure was just standing there looking at me. Or at least he looked like he was. I could not see his face.
Finally gathering my senses enough to form a coherent sentence I spoke . "What the hell did you do!?"
"I apparated us."
"What? Apparated?"
"Yes. Apparated. Although I've been told that muggles call it Teleportation. A bizarre name really. Sounds similar to that invention you guys a call a telephone."
"This cant be real... How did we even..? What kind of trick was that? We were at my house two seconds ago. And I have never felt like that in my life before.."
"I would imagine so." he chuckled. " And trust me my young friend. That was no mere trick. That was apparition. Wizards and Witches all around the world use this method of travel to make going from one place to another very simple. Although it is slightly difficult to learn."
"Wizards and Witches?"
"Indeed. Those of us who can wield and manipulate magic. That's what I am, a wizard."
"So you are a wizard?"
"Yup"
"And magic exists?"
"Yup"
"... Is that all you're gonna say?"
"Yu- just kidding. Let me show you something." he said and pulled out a long wooden stick from his robe. It was a darker brown on what seemed like its handle. "This is what we call a wand. It helps us channel our inner magic into actual spells and change the world around us. Watch closely."
He pointed it at the sick that was on the floor and spoke loudly. "Scourgify!" A fizzle of light left the tip of his wand and completely wiped away my stomachs contents from the floor. "There, you see? Magic. Oh and don't feel bad you threw up, first time apparating always is the hardest. It gets much better with time." he said as he started walking around me.
"That's what I can do. Magic. And its the same with you.. You my friend are also a wizard."
What was this guy talking about? Me? A Wizard? "You must be making a mistake sir. I mean this all seems insane and lets say for one moment I believe that you are telling the truth and you are a wizard and magic exists. Surely someone would have discovered that you guys exist right? And I am not able to pull rabbits out of a hat! I am no wizard!"
He stopped and looked directly to my face. Then slowly he took off his hood. The moment he did that I was able to see his face clearly. He had bright blue eyes that complimented his short blond hair. He had high cheek bones and a small nose. Even though I am not gay I could not deny that this guy was handsome. He looked like he would fit right in with a bunch of surfers from the beach.
"For your first question, the governments already know we exist. We co-exist with them. They are aware that we have our own society and for the most part as long as we don't do anything outrageous they don't bother us." He laughed. "As if muggles could do anything to us. A couple of Imperius's here and there and we would already be ruling the world."
So the governments knew? This was Wild! This was insane! How?
"And for your second question. Yes you are a wizard. One, can you see the stuff around you?"
"Yeah you mean this castle-esque place?"
"Exactly! If you were a muggle, and by that I mean a person with zero magical blood, what you would be seeing right now is a ruined building around you, and you would be having a major headache for walking into so many notice-me-not charms."
"So a non-magic person.. what was it a muggle? would just see a destroyed building?."
"Probably, I wasn't the specific person who warded the place so I wouldn't know what they would be seeing exactly, but something like that."
"What's a notice-me-not charm?"
"Its as it says in the name, it makes it much, much harder for muggles to see anything that you cast it on. Well actually it works on witches and wizards too but it has to be a more powerful version of the spell." he looked at me with serious eyes and almost whispered.
"And for the second reason I can feel your magical signature." He closed his eyes. "Ahh yes.. its just as I thought, great potential in you, your connection with magic is very strong. You would be an excellent member of our organization."
So I was magical? A wizard? It was all very hard to believe but after everything I experienced tonight, it wouldn't be the most far-fetched thing to believe. And what this about an organization?
"I don't know what to say... What exactly do you want from me?" I asked curiously.
He looked at me with understanding eyes. "Come with me. Lets go to a more comfortable place. I will try my best to explain a lot of things." He extended his hand and helped me off the ground. We walked towards one of the large wooden doors and when we approached it he waved his hand over the door and it opened by itself. We walked into an area that could only be described as an airport lounge. I knew what a lounge looked like because of a previous school trip to France. One rich kid's dad had donated a lot of money for us to all to have access to the lounge because daddy wanted his son to have fun with his friends(!) Tory cunts.
We sat facing each other on to some white leather chairs and I have to say, they were comfortable.
"First of all do you now believe that magic exists or do you still need more proof for it?" he mused.
"I mean I am very inclined to believe all this. but I wouldn't be opposed to more proof." I said.
He smiled at me. "Very well then." He pulled out his wand and pointed at the table in front of us. The table suddenly turned into a golden retriever. My mouth fell open. What were the fucking limits of this magic thing? The newly created dog started woofing and started licking my hand. And I felt the stress of today leaving my body. I always liked dogs. "Down boy!" I said laughing at the antics of this cute dog who was now jumping up and down excitedly.
"Alright enough fun." he said and waved his wand once again and the dog turned back into the table. Goodbye doggo.
"Now you believe me?" he said chuckling.
"Yes, yes magic does seem to be real or I am tripping balls on some mushrooms."
"Heh, you should try the REAL magic mushrooms..."
"What?"
"What?"
"Ahem.. maybe not. Anyways.." he said rubbing his hands together. "Oh I just realized I haven't told you my name. My real name is not important but you can call me Phantom. That's what everyone calls me anyway."
"What kind of nickname is that?"
"A cool one."
"..."
"Okay... Phantom, how old are you?"
" I am 29 although I will be 30 in about 5 days."
"Oh so you will be 30 on the 15th then."
"Exactly. Which gives me about 20 days to prepare you for the real world." he said his eyes shining.
"What does that mean?" I asked a little scared.
"Your previous life is no more. You're only relative alive, your father you will cut contact after one last encounter." he continued. "It is unfortunate that it has to happen this way but I will explain everything. Your magic has been laying dormant until today and it finally started showing itself. That's how I was able to locate you. Our society is threatened by dangerous ideologies which needs to be rooted out. Me and my team are going to be doing exactly that. And now, you are also one of us. Our mission? To build a better world."
He stood up squeezing his hand into a fist and placing it onto his heart.
"Welcome to the Revolution."
What do you think? More will explained in the next chapter about what the Revolution is and why they need Jaden. Thank you to everyone who reads it.
Any criticism is welcome. See you next chapter :)
