《Ashes of the Unforgottable (OLD)》Chapter Two: The Beginning..
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(Jeron seems confused hearing a familiar voice. He looks behind him and laughs.)
"Jeron:Oh?! Kikuchi? What are you doing in this school,I thought you still lived in Japan?"
(Kikuchi Shibata, Age 17. Kikuchi was a close friend of Jeron when they were younger. They used to hang out alot and play games together.They lost contact after Kikuchi moved away.)
"Kikuchi:Yeah, moved here when I sent my last letter to you.How have you been for the last 10 years?"
"Jeron:I have been good,I do kind of miss Japan though.."
(Kikuchi looks at his body and sees the scars and frowns..)
"Kikuchi:Did you fight someone? You have so many scars.. Was it Uyeda??"
"Jeron:Well yeah..Uyeda beat me up with his friends...I just tried to be heroic and save a kid..I rushed in and hit Uye with a strong uppercut...He told me to come at him with all that I had..He kept dodging and then hit me with a roundhouse to the gut and a kick to the head... Then his friends hit me with a stick and it all went black..."
"Kikuchi:Holy...You know you cant ever beat Uye.."
"Jeron:Yeah..We better go to class now,don't want to ruin our first day.."
(Jeron and Kikuchi walk to their respective class rooms,turned out they were classmates.Their classes go suprisingly good and they made 2 new friends. Chloe Jones and Jack Miller. It was finally lunch time and they sit at a table together.)
"Chloe:Jeron,Where did you live before you moved to Chicago?"
"Jeron:Oh,me and Kikuchi are from Tokyo,Japan,I had to move because of my brother and my father divorcing from my mom..She didn't really care about me.."
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"Jack:Oh..That's pretty sad to hear.."
"Kikuchi:Wait,Jeron did you ever get your trait?"
"Jeron:I don't think so..."
(Traits are a mythical ability that started to appear in new borns..You had 1/100000 chance to get one at birth.. Kikuchis trait is Shadowy Blitz..He has only used it once and it was in a life or death situation.)
"Chloe:Really? They should be activating by now...Well I guess time will tell..."
"Jack:Hmm...Lets meet after school at the beach...I have a plan to activate his Trait.."
(They all nod and finish eating and go back to class.. Jeron finishes studying but his teacher asks him to stay after class..)
"???:Mister Takeshi..."
"Jeron:Yeah,what do you need sir?"
"???:It seems that you are the son of...William Takeshi,is that right?"
(Jeron looks at him confused and leans on table...)
"Jeron:Why do you need to know that,sir?"
"???:Well..."
(The teachers eye starts glowing purple and some the class starts shaking. Jeron gets ready to fight but his legs get caught in some vines...)
"Jeron:WHO ARE YOU?!"
"???:Your worst nightm-"
(A beam of shadows absorb the teacher and a familiar face walks in.."
"Kikuchi:Jeron! Are you alright..?"
(He runs up to him and cuts the vines and smiles)
"Jeron:I thought you already were at the beach..? What are you still doing in the school?"
"Kikuchi:I wanted to walk with you to the beach...Now come on!"
(Jeron looks at the huge hole generated by the blast and then follows him... They make their way to the beach where Chloe and Jack are already fighting...)
"Jeron:Hey.."
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"Chloe:Hey Jeron!"
"Kikuchi:We have no time for small talk...Jeron got attacked at school. We need to awaken his trait.."
"Jack:Wait,who would attack someone in the school? There are alot of trait users around."
"Kikuchi:Atleast I made it in the right time..."
"Jeron:What did you even do to him? There was a huge hole in the wall after the attack..."
"Kikuchi:Well...He is dead basically.."
(Jeron and the others are dissapointed that Kikuchi killed someone on their first day of school..)
"Jeron:Aight,lets start...What is the first task..?"
"Jack:Well beat me, but.... At full power..."
"Jeron:Heh...Bring it.."
(Jeron and Jack stare at eachother and get in a fighting position...Jeron dashes at Jack and tries to go for a quick attack..A bright light flashes at Jeron and when he opens his eyes he looks for Jack...When he looks in the sky he sees Jack hovering and fillied with thunder...)
"Jack:Well...This is the end of our fight..."
(Jack Miller, Age 17 , Trait: Thunder Volley.. He has the power to control electricity and thunder...)
"Jeron:It will never be the end if I am not down.."
"Jack:Thunder...Arrow.."
(Jack starts generating a huge arrow of lightning...He throws it at Jeron and as it flies towards him it splits up into multiple arrows!)
"Jeron:Crap!"
(Jeron's eyes would start to glow Red and Black..He screams as the arrows hit the ground and explode...)
"Jack:Is he..dead..?"
(Jack looks at the smoke and then sees Jeron flying at him with wings and his hands burning...)
"Jack:Well..This is gonna be fun!"
(To be continued...)
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