Chapter 1- What is that??!?!?[1]
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A shower of rain was visible, but the droplets of water were no where to be seen, making absolutely no sense, instead a large Aurore in an space so dark and empty, that it could only be defined as though an abyss was present. If someone saw this, they would be awe stricken.
"ashjjsa Juncture gshajsfshjajhf ehhuka hashas shahdhal sahhdasjdk."
A strange ominous muffled voice filled this vast empty expanse momentarily, it was hard to discern what it said. Presumably another thing that didn't make sense in this space as there was no medium for sound to travel.
At the next moment a loud bang, followed by creaking sounds was heard. A purple light devouring the Aurore was seen......
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[YEAR XXX23 12th of December]
[Hindron City]
"WHAT THE F**K!!! I lost again!! I hate this game. "
In an fairly dark room with open windows, with slightly magenta tinted lighting, a boy, barely coming into adulthood, could be seen, sitting on a desk, which was made of a strange material. He was holding a glass panel, watching patterned lights move on it.
If it weren't for the era he was living in, one might have considered this witch craft.
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"LETHO! Dinner's ready."
Loud voice which should have been ordinarily gentle and soothing, if not for being something over 110db, making even the most courageous men shudder.
As for the boy, his body went cold, he dropped everything he was doing and rushed.
"Coming! Mother!!"
Letho slammed the door, although scared of his mother, he was still angry about something, ever since he was looking at the glass panel. As he was walking down the stairs leading to a small hallway, still lost in thought, cursing under his breath, Letho, missed a step. In panic his instincts took over and he closed his eyes. A moment later, his body curled up to minimize the damage.
**AAAAAAAHHH**
*Thud*
In a blink, with a loud bang, that came from Letho's shoulder striking the hard wooden flooring, that constituted the step of the stair. As he couldn't regain his balance, he was seen rolling down to the hallway. This reminded him of multiple physics lessons he learnt at the university.
"What did you do this time Letho??"
Another loud voice came, allowing Letho to slightly overcome the initial shock and pain that overtook his body.
Still unwilling to move due to intense pain, his choice of staying down was prevalent.
When he opened his eyes he saw a woman no older than 45 with a petite figure, wearing a gentle and appealing silk apron, decorated with floral patterns, she was holding a spatula in her right hand, as though a warrior holding his sword, prepared to slay a mongrel.
She looked at Letho with a slightly annoyed look.
This gave Letho an idea of what was to come.
'Ah! Not again, this is going to be long one.'
Remembering all the times his mother scolded him for being lost in thoughts, Letho grimaced.
" Letho how many times do I need to tell you to watch your steps, you are so reckless."
'Huh! this was much shorter and calmer than I expected.'
It was comparatively much shorter than what Letho was used to.
Now when the annoyed look from her face was gone as though it never existed, a charming and a gentle figure could be observed from her stature, light green colour of the pupil of her eyes was the most notable feature of her face.
She looked at Letho with tender eyes, thoroughly assessing and judging something, just as a mother would.
"Are you hurt anywhere, Letho darling? Do you want your mother to call the doctor?"
She threw a barge of questions at Letho, which in turn made him stiff for a moment. Recovering pretty quickly Letho responded-
"I am fine, mother, you worry too much."
Still not satisfied with response, his mother closely inspected Letho again and after what felt like an eternity - or 3 minutes - she let go of her worry about him.
"Wash your hands and sit at the dining table, dinner's ready and your father is waiting for you, Letho."
His mother went back to the kitchen, after helping Letho get up.
Letho let go of the support he was taking against the wall and walked to the washroom, slightly limping from the pain of falling, now his anger subsided due to his mother's love and some pain still running through his bones.