Chapter 1: Part 1

Ages ago, the gods ruled the Earth. Ruling over all of man. They guided, they commanded, they demanded. Humans had feared the gods for millennia, until finally they had had enough. Enough of the gods abuse and cruelty. They would take no more and so, a group of spellcasters banded together to lock away the god’s for all eternity. With blood and determination these spellcasters, along with those called protectors and guardians, imprisoned the gods. For centuries after, humans remained free and no longer lived in fear. Eventually-

“What are you reading now?” A pale, black haired, and averagely tall boy asked, ripping the tablet away from the poor thin brown haired geeks hands.

“Scott! Hey!” Scott’s best friend yelped, flailing as he reached for his tablet, his glasses skewing to the side. Scott held the tablet high as he read what was on it, the wind blowing through his short spiky raven colored hair.

Snorting, he handed the tablet back to his friend, “More of your supernatural fantasy pleasures, Oliver?” he questioned.

Oliver huffed, “Maybe. But, it was a famous musician who wrote it. That's why it caught my attention my poor ignorant friend.” he finished, sarcasm lacing his voice.

Scott rolled his eyes, “Whatever you say, Oliver.”

“I’m serious Scott. It makes it so much more interesting because-”

Scott nodded absentmindedly, “Yeah okay, it's way cooler than I thought it was.” he grabbed Oliver’s arms, “Let’s just head to math don’t want to be late to Mrs. Ming’s class. I don’t need her trying to murder us for tardiness,” he explained as he dragged Oliver behind him.

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Scott groaned as he smacked his head against his desk, his arms hanging off the edge as he was slowly being tortured by the one thing he despised in this world. Math.

Mrs. Ming droned on and on, never ending with her slew of numbers and letters and her boring and useless equations.

Scott sighed, closing his eyes for just a second as he thought of the party he would be attending later. Him and Oliver had been invited and he couldn’t pass up not going if his best friend wanted to go. He may have a babysitting job tomorrow morning, but he needed something to distract him and even if it was only a few short hours to himself, he needed them.

The hour dragged on, seemingly never ending. A barrage of numbers and letters appearing on the board one after another. Nothing made sense, nothing was coming through. The voices were muffled and unclear, all of them mixing together and indistinguishable. As his head laid on the desk, his eyelids drooped, everything around him became hazy. He buried his head in his arms, as his breathing slowed.

Scott sat up abruptly a yelp escaping him as a loud metal against metal ringing ripped him away from sleep. He flailed as he fell to the side, unable to save himself, he came down with a loud thump.

Scott blushed scarlet as laughter and Mrs. Ming’s stern words rang throughout the classroom. Scott sighed as he slowly stood up, avoiding the eyes that were turned his way. Grabbing his stuff he hurried towards the door where Oliver waited for him, a smirk planted on his face.

“Shut up,” Scott glared, as he moved past his best friend.

“I have nothing to say,” Oliver replied cheekily, following behind him. “Are we going to our usual place before the party?” Oliver asked, adjusting his square black rimmed glasses.

“I think I’m just going to go home Oliver,” Scott mumbled, walking ahead of his friend, “See you at the party.”

“See you there,” Oliver repeated waving as Scott trudged down the hall and out of sight.

Oliver sighed and shook his head, “Poor Scott,” he mumbled and turned to walk down the opposite hall.

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Scott sighed in exhaustion, the sound of music blasting in his ear as lights flashed and smoke hanged in the air. It had been about three hours since they’d gotten here and he’d lost sight of Oliver. He weaved through the mass of sweating and gyrating bodies, pushing through and muttering half hearted apologies as he did, searching for his friend.

They’d been here too long, the plan had been to spend only an hour at the party since he had work in the morning.

“Oliver!” he attempted to shout above the noise of the pumping music as he finally made it through the crowds and surprisingly into the kitchen. He starts to shout again when he recognizes the back of his friends favorite royal blue long sleeve by the other doorway, just outside the kitchen.

“Dude! Hey!” he shouts as he walks forward, but stops as he notices the girl standing in front of his friend.

The cute shorter blond is visibly giggling and smiling as she pushes herself against him finger twirling her hair flirtatiously.

Scott snorts and lets out a soft laugh, of all the places Oliver could have found a girl, he thinks and shakes his head as he turns around. He decides he’ll let Oliver and the girl get acquainted and he’ll text him when he gets home.

Scott maneuvers through the swarm of sweaty teenagers in order to get to the doorway, knowing he should be getting home soon. He grunts as he pushes against the thick tide of the large crowd until he makes it through to the other side and makes his way outside.

Once outside Scott was able to breath in the fresh night air. He sighed as he filled his lungs with the soothing smell of the outside. Shaking his head to clear from the toxic fumes of sweat, and teenage stupidity that he had to endure within the house.

With a long, exhausted sigh he walked down the front steps of the house and down the sidewalk. It was a clear night, no car on the street, and no one else on the sidewalk. He was alone and in the silence of the night. He was finally able to think, to think of the odd week he had been having.

He’d told no one; not his parents, not his girlfriend, and not even his best friend. Scott shook his head, NO! I shouldn't think about it. I should forget it, I can’t-. Scott paused as he walked past a path that laid off the sidewalk and through the forest. The path would be easier and quicker to take, it would lead him straight to the back of his house.

Should I? Scott though it would be easier and I do need to get my sleep for tonight. The faster I can get to bed the better. Scott arrived at a decision and with a nonchalant shrug stepped onto the path and into the forest.

But what Scott didn’t know was that his week was just about to become even stranger than any of the odd and hidden experiences he had had in the past week.

© 2017 Arturo A. Estrada

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Azmain Nisak

Really cool writing. I especially love your word choice and descriptions. I found the "boring and useless equations" statement to be totally hilarious.

Grammar-wise, I noticed three things that you may pay special attention to when revising your writing going forward: usage of apostrophe s ('s), usage of comma, and usage of past tense.

This chapter did a good job of describing "normal" life and establishing a contrast with the future fantastical events that are implied to happen. I'm curious to know how the story will unfold! The story has an exciting feel to it and a lot of potential for development.