Prologue
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'Where is this place?'
He thought as he was floating in a dark space, surrounded by nothingness.
He was in a state of half conscious and half not. It was like when it was just a second before falling asleep or a moment before waking up.
He stayed like that for a while before he could gather his thoughts properly.
He started to remember: who he was, what he was and how his life was until now. As far as he could remember, he was nothing out of ordinary... Blast that! Just thinking about it makes me piss up!
He had lived a life striking to be an ordinary person, or at least in his standard: an average person! But failed utterly...
You think he is weirdo huh? Well, Well let me tell yo... Ah! You, the one over there have some interesting ideas! He is a specialist with some abnormal talent or power that making him can't be an ordinary man? Interesting idea indeed! You have my praise! And you there, you are wondering if he had some quizzical personality or some mental problems...a trauma that leads him to mistrust others for examples, then gradually turned into a freak.
Well, a common headstart for lots of movies and books, even in real life too. This kind of main character usually got many supports or love- hate sympathy or whatever of his or her audients. Even I like these kinds of main character, too! Ouch, look like I got side track, huh? Let's us return to the story...
...Any way, he was anything but that. He was a very normal person, at least without power or any outstanding talent... Well, it's an understatement if I put it like that. Ahem, let's be honest. That guy,that Peacock guy was no good. And I mean it: no good...
He was bad at almost everything: Bad grade in all subjects, bad at sport- any team have him on their one, be bewared! Bad luck: easily step on a rock on
a super high quality and clean plastic road and slipped is no stranger to him...or maybe he is just clumsy? Well, excuse with mouth we can make but while we discuss this, it's seem he got stuck in that newly made levitator over there... Well it's quiet sad, huh? We can't deny his unluckiness. Well, there are still a lot things he was bad at like cooking, crafting, gardening( his aunt yelled...told him so and he indeed hated worms, if you was wondering how one could "bad" at things such at gardening)...he's bad at socialite, either its from his shyness or his inferior complex to other people. He should just shut him of in his room and played game like a loser? Yup, he wished he could. But his aunt will throw him out on the streets mercilessly and before that, playing game huh? Yes he did played, and like loser
iOne day, Red Ivory, bearer of the nickname "Useless Peacock", granted by his fellow schoolmates was choosen by a sage in another world to inherited all his knowledges about magic before he die. Red agreed. He thought he could go home after that but insteed he somehow ended up in the sage's world.
Follow Red in his unexpected journey and his unexpected companion on gaining power to go back home. ndeed... What do I mean? Well, he sometimes played with his cousin, a boy five years younger than him, and he lost, lots of time...all the times. He did won before so he knew the taste of glory and he longed for it, but those time that he won against his cousin were...when he was nine and his cousin was...four. His feeling at those time was... beyond desperation...
At some point his cousin said that it's boring to play with him and stopped inviting him to play with. Be it luck or not, soon his cousin got sent to a full time school and only back once a year. Of course only him in the family met his cousin once a year. His uncle and aunt met him every week. Sometimes, he wondered if his cousin hated him, or worst, looked down on him...too.
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Even I can't give any comment about him that kindly comforting him without it's screaming out his uselessness! Sorry guy~
And that's not all. Usually these kind of legendary no good type of person would get jeered at whatever he does that caused the attention
of other. Yes, he got that too, of course! It just that he had it a " tiny bit worse than the other". There is actually one other thing about him that kicked him out of the "average" tag that he so longing for...or maybe it did helped him raise to the average standard that he hoped, balancing his no-goodness with this. Well, he would never acknowledge this quality of him though.
A single good quality about him. And unfortunately he hated it.
His look!!
He stand out, absolutely standing out.
He had really fine look. Yes, he is a pretty boy. And that's is another understatement again. How should I describe him to give you all a good image of him?
Uhm~
Let's talk about his lineage. Yup!
His father was a half Indian half French singer with a very handsome look, good built and sexy voice. His mother was super model and used to have a contrast with Victoria's Secret before the affairs she had with his father. She was an angel, both in her features and body.
You got the ideas now, right? He got some really high class genes, huh?
But he doesn't like his look.
Why?
Of course he doesn't hate his parents. He adored them, alot. Despite the fact they died in a plant accident when he was only five. He loves his parents, in every details of their appearance and their personality. That's also the reason he hate himself.
He thought he doesn't look like either his father or mother. Though the others who see him wouldn't think so, if they were close to him they would sing out how he looked like them so much.
Unfortunately, he didn't have anyone like that though. Even his aunt and uncle are just someone who taken care of him because he was their blood relative...
He had his reason for his strange ideas of not looked like his parents:
Reason 1: his face resembles both of his father and mother. In other words, a perfectly full mix. He doesn't have any features that inherited directly from them but rather a mixture of both. For example, his father trademarks Indian sharp and piercing France blue eye was mixed with his gentle and pretty bird like eyes of his mother. His nose is not as high as his father but also not as cute as his mother...
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Reason 2: same as the above reasons, still it got separated because he considered it to be an even more Earth shattering injustices than the former. His reasoning for this is: ' Curse all the god and goddess out there who created my appearances! What kind of bloody sin did I committed to have you all take away all the features my poor dear parents supposed to give me?'
Ahem. Well, his output may make no senses but it's actually reasonable, you see...
He was one of the very very rare case who doesn't inherits any of his parents or relative's "coloring"...
His father had blue eye and black hair and striking handsome features.
An interesting combination that given him a mystery aura which greatly aided his career of a singer. A side note, his voice is great too. His mother is a light blond hair beauty with light honey skin and
hazel eyes. She got that skin because his great grandmother was an African. But that skin was greatly lighten of after a few generation.
Aside from that, her other features was taken from his grandparents who was from England. They might have some Asian Gen though. But he neither have his father blue eyes, black hair or his mother's
hazel eyes and light blond hair. And apparently he also doesn't have the his grandparents from both side's colors too. And you should know from a linage like that, he would have a lot of possible hair, eyes, or skin colors to taken from. Be the hair is black, blond or brown; the eyes are black, blue, hazel, brown; the skin is brown, white or maybe even very dark if he took the Gen directly from his great grandmother, though the odds is low, all of which he could have from them. Well, the funny thing is even with all those possibility which we may considered at plenty with the considering of " a mix" between some element, haha... He didn't have any of those supposed colors.
He had pure white hair, red eyes and very very pale skin.
Yes.
He is an albino.
Funny, huh?
... I don't know about you but I find it funny. And no, it's not like I find joy in other people's misery or anything. Yes, you can trust my words.
'Why?' He thought. 'Just why does the super rare odds at 1/500000 just had to land on me for godsake?'. He usually thought as such.
All in all, he hated his appearance, both his look and his albino things. His looks that supposed to be his prize, proof for he is his parent's blood and bleed son, but it's not. Not only being a sore spot for his whole life is not enough, it caused him plenty of troubles too.
He can't handle bright light. He had its worst on summer, he almost didn't step out of the house because of the risk of getting a sunburn.
When he was very young, he got problems with eyesight too. Though with the help of treatments, he is fine now though you couldn't call his eyesight good.
All in all, even after all that, he knew he is still considered a pretty boy. Of course he knew, with all the stare he got on the street. He stands out too much after all. And in his school be got its worst. Everyone knew him, everywhere he goes others turned to look at him. And it's even worse when the other knew about his incompetents.
He hated comments such as "All he have is his look", " Worthless Peacocks", "A disgrace to male population", etc to his deepest core of himself.
As you can guess, he doesn't have friend. The more he grown up, the more he felt lonely. His supposed family just seemed to drift further and further a way.
At some point, he realized the reason for that was mostly his fault.
'At least, at first it was my fault...'
As his conscious regained more and more thanks to the little recollection of his life, just like any sane people would, he realized the problem he somehow gotten into.
All around him was darkness. He realized he wad somehow floating inside there and as how he knew he was floating, well, because neither his legs or hands could feel anything solid. He had thought it was just another weird dreamless dream and just relaxed, waiting for his alarms to wake him up.
But, his life just had to make its big turn today and right then. Be the cause for it was just his normal disagreeable luck or...the massive amounts of luck that the world had owned him till today just had to come back and overwhelmed him, making him die choking in it...
Well, whatever.
And he heard it. A voice. The small and faraway voice almost like a whispers resounded through the space. In this eerily quiet place, that voices was like a savior to him. (He sure is weird. If it were me, I would creeped out in a situation like thi-ouch! Okay! I will shut up! Don't throw things at me!).
He tried to make out the voice by concentrating hard. He could hear it now.
"Thee who heard this one's voice. Thee whose this self have been seeking and waiting for ever since forever. Thee whose existence had been established yet? Hear my voice and answer this humble self? Are thee answer my dying self or not?
"...Yes?"
He doesn't rememeber what he was thinking at that time or why did he answer that voice. But he regreted it now. The voice and the strange event
that changed his life forever.
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