As the morning light emerges over the horizon, with the chirping of the birds echoing in the distance, a young man in his mid teens walks through the alleys and the streets of a city, wearing a sky blue T-shirt, plain white pants and jacket with a pair of black shoes. Two blue stripes are visible on both the front and back of the uniform, yet the jacket is unbuttoned.
While the human’s posture remains tall and the balance is remarkable, his motion feels empty. His black messy hair contrasts his pale skin, and his green eyes are clear. However, they are cold and emotionless.
They still move and observe, yet they neither reflect nor emit any light.
He stares at the sky as Flying silhouettes of aarakocras, the native bird people hybrids, are seen in the early morning sky, spreading their wings; a few of them are carrying delivery bags.
The pale young man approaches the center of the city with skyward skyscrapers and apartment-buildings reaching towards them. around the tall buildings there are the suburbs with roads leading towards the city’s center.
A diverse pool of humanoids begin to fill the streets with life, opening shops and business.
Hard working half-orcs, minotaurs, goliaths and dwarves can be seen in construction sites, with humans everywhere alongside them.
Some inhabitants are seen driving in vehicles while others are in modern day metal carriages, each being drawn by a single centaur wearing a blue cap with the word "Centaxi" embroidered on it.
As the people around notice the young man approaching, a sudden shift begins to manifest in the street.
The lively and loud district turns silent, comparable to a gloomy ghost town - the inhabitants are still there yet their loud voices and interaction turns into uncomfortable and tenacious whispers.
While some of the faces show ignorance as if nothing occurs, their focus often shifts towards the young human, others seem to stare directly at the teenager, their presence filled with either hostility or pity towards him, whispering among themselves either whispering "He shouldn't be here", "it's him right?", "why is he here? He should know better, the fool!", or “The poor kid”, “ living through an awful life, why not end it?”.
The young man's numb face intensifies with irritation as he walks through the street and his eyes shift at the humanoids around him.
Every day the same Forsaken reaction… he sighs as he thinks to himself. Well, can't say it surprises me, a normal reaction to an injured animal, to the unknown avatar of enigma….
While he is walking through the silent street, he notices a couple of people standing in his path, blocking it. One of them is a half-elf male with greasy brunette hair, the other a long eared female centaur. Both appear with thuggish seeming torn clothes, with various chains wrapped all around their limbs and wearing muddy worn leather boots that have the occasional hole showing through. A hostile smirk appears on their faces when they see the newcomer approaching towards them.
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‘Again… Two more witless fools, just want to taste the flavor of a twisted empowerment, been looked down upon with shame by the rest of society, and even themselves…. Well, targeting the ones that appear to be weak is reserved for the spineless fools of the world, and they are as abundant as the seven seas….’
The half-elf stares directly at the human's emotionless eyes with a mocking expression, "Woah there Damnrick, To where does this wind take such a lowly scum?" he asks, oozing mockery as he draws closer towards the young man.
The boy continues on his path, expressionless, replying in a bored tone "The name is Danrick, can you recall it or is your mind so powerless it can barely remember names? Now then,I'm on my way to school so I won’t end up like you...".
The thugs' hostile smirks quickly turn into intimidating smiles, the centauress replies, "What brought on such confidence that allows you to act like a smartass?.".
Danrick then stares back at the centauress and with a chuckle he responds: "Well, I'd rather be a smartass than a jackass, now then move, you’re blocking the path."
The elf-half still smirks, yet his eyes display nothing rage: "Oh, in a hurry somewhere?!"
Danrick's expression remains indifferent, yet his irritation is audible from his tone: "As I said prior to your fragile mind's short term memory loss, On my way to school."
The half elf replies while cracking his knuckle, menacing expression on his face: "No need, we have lessons right here for ya’, fucker. Well now, class is in session, enlighten me students, students, what can we learn from the phrase “survival of the fittest?!"
His female partner then raises her hand and says with a malicious smile: "Ooo, teacher, I know the answer is that the weakling should kiss the boots of the strong!"
"Yep, she is right. Sorry asshole - those who don’t follow that rule..", while staring at Danrick with a threatening gaze, the half elf lowers his body, bends his knees, and leaps towards Dannrick’s face as he announces “face what they deserve!”. With one leap he reaches towards Danrick, clenching his fist, and sends it towards the human’s face.
Danrick manages to slightly dodge the punch yet the shockwave of that punch cuts his face, causing a bleeding wound underneath his eye.
Danrick wraps his hand around the half elf's arm and lifts his leg, sending it towards the thug's ribs, however while his leg hovers in the air, he hears hooves smashing the ground and notices the other thug extending her hand, raising debris telekinetically, and in a sudden motion the debris blast towards Danrick whom manage to notice the flying smashed debris and uses his hands to deflect it.
He feels a sharp pain in his arm and loses stability due to rocks hitting him while one of his legs is off the ground, rotating him horizontally, knocking him off to the solid ground.
Bruises start to form all over his body, dirt spreads all over his torn clothes.
The thugs begin to mock and look down upon the human, kicking his stomach relentlessly, watching the human flinching in pain while a satisfied expression is visible on their face, he chuckles: "AH! What has given you all the confidence? Have you lost it? You ain't a Warrior or a Magician, you useless shit! Look around, freak! Every single one around us is watching, and yet everyone around dare to try stopping us! No one likes you, hell some of them may want you dead! The entire fucking world uses The Arcane one way or another but ooohhhh seems like you can't. Respect the strong and Better lick your blood from my boots and accept your fate!!" As the people around stare at the thugs and the young human, yet they avoid their own involvements in the conflict.
The half elf lifts his leg and almost stomps Danrick's face with his leather boot, however he suddenly jumps backwards with his straight arms towards the ground, holding him up as his legs fly backwards with a backflip. He is straightening his left leg, managing to strike the half elf's chin and forcing him backwards.
Danrick then stands up as his foots touch the ground, with sliver lights of determination emitting from his eyes while the half elf's arrogant smirk disappears, and enragement replaces it, the half elf extends his arm towards his side, and manifests a jet black one-handed axe, as the female centaur lifts her legs striking the ground again creating degrees from it, she then lift her arms as the debris start to hover around her “2nd-tier Elemental spell: Surrounding Flames“ suddenly flames manifest around the hovering debris , “Tell me is TRUE strength and power means complying to whatever fate your live may lead towards… I embrace whatever my fate may lead me to, however I shall never bow down and comply..“.