Chapter 02: Anticipation (Part 2/2)

 'Yo, Scott, Lewis!'
Urgh. It's her again. Lewis turned around, Scott followed.
The red-headed girl ignored that.
'You guys might get surprised if I tell you this, but my uncle's gonna...' her voice trailed off. Scott and Lewis started walking again, 'Well, we are getting late for the assembly.'
'Hey don't just ignore me like that! Wait up!' she followed them.
'Mind your own business. Quit blabbering all the time! You are really wasting time.', Lewis wanted to say that, but Scott stopped, he whispered, 'Let's hear her out. That's our only possible way out.' But Lewis didn't want to hear her out, the last time, she went on and on about a book she read and how it affected her *aim.

*Alice Pitcher's aim was to be a Rhitirean, the same as Lewis. He avoided making friends with her, because he feared that one day, he will have to kill her. It that ever comes true.

Reluctantly, Lewis nodded. Turning to Alice, he said, 'Okay, what do you want to talk about? Make it quick.' Alice stopped moving, 'Ahem. As I was saying. My uncle is going to Reborg town tomorrow and, guess what? There's gonna be a Rhitirean Dicolite in the Reborg Colosseum, and as a matter of fact, I have two extra tickets... so, if you two want to go there, meet me near the Tralg Tower by 10 in the morning, so-'
'Whoa. Whoa. Whoa.' Scott interrupted, How did she say all that in one breath? 'Hold onto your horses. Why us? I mean, you have so many friends out there who-'
'Don't want to be Deagorans? ', finished Alice, then facing Lewis, 'I am sure you would want to go? Since you are aiming for the Rhitirean position.'
Lewis staggered back, 'Wha- How did you know that I want to be-'
'A Deagoran?', finished Alice (again), 'I heard you talking about it to Scott.', then facing Scott, 'And you want to be a doctor. Come to think of it, I heard there's gonna be a-'
Now it was Scott's turn to stagger back,'What! Just what were you doing eavesdropping on us?'
Alice blushed , 'Well, that's all. So if you want to come, be near Tralg Tower first thing in the morning!' saying that, she flew off.

Astonished, the boys looked at each other. Not saying a word, they continued on their walk to their last academic day's assembly. 'Well, I am not going there. I have no business with Deagorans.' Scott started the conversation, 'What about you? You going?'
Lewis had an urge to say, 'Hell yeah!', but, if Scott didn't go, it would be rather unwise to go there with somebody he barely knew. But, then again, his goal was to be a Rhitirean, and like his grandma, a former retired Rhitirean, used to say, 'Watching Dicolites is a form of Deagoran experience.' Lewis always wanted to watch a Dicolite, but his grandpa always restricted him, 'You can never grow up from watching those barbarians dance.' (Wonder how grandma could become a Deagoran, facing those restrictions that is, he wondered).

So this was like a golden opportunity for him. These thoughts resulted to a long pause.
'Silly me,' Scott interuppted in his thought-train, 'of course you should go. I-', he suddenly stopped, 'Hang on... did Alice say Reborg?'
'Yeah, the Reborg Colosseum.', replied Lewis, hoping that some medical thingy was situated there (Scott was pretty passionate, after all).
'T-Then,', started Scott, 'Then count me in! I mean, not to the Colosseum but I heard the famous Dr. Rickloff is going to come over for a conference in the Sult Auditorium!'
Oh yes! came to Lewis' mind, but he restrained from showing that.
'Boy, you really are mad about that neuro thingy!', he said instead.
Before Scott got the chance to correct him, the bell rang.
'Oh dammit!' Lewis started to run, 'We can't be late today!'

That's how the day began, the new morning showed Lewis' tomorrow, the anticipation of watching a Dicolite for the first time in his life shoved Lewis to look forward to enjoy that day, because the next day was going to be another big one.

The 3rd chapter's gonna be published on the 30th June! 

Chapter 02 - Anticipation (Part 1/2)

The sunlight was irritably scorching on Lewis' face. Ugh. Who drew up the curtains! Lewis got up, reluctantly. He didn't feel like stretching, he was busy being angry. Then suddenly, he remembered.
'Today's the day. The day of -'
'Lewis. Don't start singing again!' his mother called from downstairs.
'I don't listen to anyone who woke me up this early in the morning!'
'Huh? Weren't you the one who wanted to wake up early? You forgot?'
'Wha-' Now that she mentions it, he did remember asking his mother to wake him up early. He was lucky though, his mother wasn't upstairs to see his face going red.
Lewis decided to retreat. 'Yeah, yeah. Whatever.' He came down.
'Good to see that you remembered.' His mother was smirking that him. How dare she! I am now being humiliated in the face of... in the face of... well, me!

   It was the 5th of June, according to our calender. Well, you don't want to know how their calender works, tell you later, just to be on the safe side.

   Stating the facts, the day didn't start off well for Lewis Lawrence. Got up late, scolded by his mother  and he forgot to wear his glasses. Now, the only thing that is left is that I forgot to wear my watch. Thinking that, he followed his gaze to his wrist. Whoa! I can't believe it! He forgot to wear that as well. However, placing the blurry beginning aside, it was the last day of academy for Lewis.

   Lewis had poor eyesight, specifically, he was near sighted. He had been quite accustomed to this, evidenced by his habit of pushing up his glasses up his nose. He thought that it looked smart on him, but, in fact, his sight condition was only deteriorating at quite a pace, for a fifteen year-old boy, that is.

   That aside, classes of the day were going to start soon. On his way to his classroom, he met up with his best friend Scott Louis. Scott Louis had dark brown hair like Lewis, (and of the same age, of course), and a stiff face. This facial expression resembled Lewis. In fact, there a close resemblance, between him and Lewis, of personality. For instance, they didn't like talking much, but rather talked with themselves. Simply put, they were people whom you should call 'unsocial'.

   'Yo Scott.' called out Lewis. The other replied, 'Lewis? What happened to your glasses?'. 'I forgot', came the reply. Lewis and Scott were friends, but they were different. Scott had a strong sense of purpose and determination, while Lewis was cowardly and hardly had much optimistic determination. Their goals were different. Lewis wanted to be a Rhitirean, while Scott wanted to be a part of the Deagoran army doctor. It is as if the cowards are the ones that want to go out taking the risky jobs.

   Lewis and Scott were walking down the corridor when they heard someone-

                                                                                                                                      (To Be Continued)

Chapter 01 - Foreword

It was the middle of summer in the land of Wyrethos. The intense heat did not bother the busy dwellers of that district. Wyrethos is one of the largest districts of the Trideck nation. Here, summer lasted two months, and winter lasted forever. Yet, people in those days were as busy as they were, they had to help replenish their debt. The Trideck government had wasted a lot of money on military operations on conquering outside territory. All of these attempts went to dust and all they did was ruining the country's infrastructure. But the people of Trideck were optimistic, they started to then act as a monolith, they all strived to help the government - because they wanted to live a peaceful and luxurious life. Yes, they were greedy.

   But not all of them wanted to continue to do so. There was a group of people, or rather, a large group of... well, swordsmen with special powers, known as Deagorans. The most powerful Deagoran of each district was entitled as the mayor. They were also known as Rhitireans. Rhitireans were said to be one of the most wealthiest of people, they did not have to pay taxes, and they got a long lasting pensions after retirement. However, Rhititreans had to put their lives on the line - since they were the most powerful of Deagorans, they were continuously challenged by  many Deagorans. Thus, the Rhitirean position was a risky and temporary one.

   A Deagoran battle was regarded as a dangerous sport, a barbaric sport. This is because a Dicolite (Deagoran battle) had a simple rule -  the one who gets killed loses. The battle is not over until one dies, so there is no turning back. Although this may, at first sight, be barbaric, there is certain system of formalities that needs to be followed for staging a Dicolite. There needs to be a written agreement known as Dicolegime, which states that both of the Deagorans are willing to sacrifice their lives for 'God'.

   An ordinary human being can be 'turned' into a Deagoran. Deagorans are superhumans with high speed and strength potential. Their bodies exceed normal rates of metabolism, and thus facilitates for certain mystical performances. Deagorans have an ability to transfer their weight from one point to another, thus, allowing them to become light or change centre of gravity at will. Deagorans can also transform and transfer their chemical energy outside and turn them into other forms, matter, light, etc. Therefore, Deagorans can create anything from their stored energy. But it seems that 'God' has put some restrictions. Deagorans can only create the elementary forms of energy (fire, water, wind, earth and lightning), they cannot create living things. Any other forms cannot be created, and here surprisingly, research has discovered that it is only possible to create blades with respect to the weapons. Thus Deagorans are swordsmen.

   It is said that all this energy and ability comes from a certain renewable energy, known as Deagyas. Deagyas was the 'God' that was mentioned earlier. Deagyas is said to be living within the centre of the Earth's surface. But no one has ever been able to reach the centre, ever.

   Hence, this is the reason why Deagorans and especially Rhitireans, are respected so much . People fear that Deagyas will pass judgement on them. for not treating Deagorans with respect. That's why ordinary people cannot kill Deagorans, and vice versa. Only Deagorans can kill Deagoreans.

   Deagorans are military weapons and most of them are government officials. This is because the Deagorans themselves fear Deagyas for not forgiving them to only enjoy their fortunes and not start fighting for their respective lands. The king, however, cannot be Deagoran as their Holy Trunk says, but a deep worshipper of Deagyas.