Chapter I

Chapter I

Roy's POV

I immediately woke up from that weird dream. I have probably watched too much anime and read novels.

I started my day by doing stretches while still lying down in my bed.

I should probably get up and fix myself, but I feel somewhat lazy. What day is it?

I immediately looked at my phone, then stared at the date, and It's Monday Great. What a fantastic day to start this week.

That's just sarcasm, by the way.

Everybody hates Monday for some unknown reason. Well, I better get up and do my daily routine.

As I was about to stand up and do some stretches again, I heard someone knocking at my door.

"Honey, wake up your breakfast is ready!" say's my mom.

"Yeah, I'm already awake, and by the way---" I inhaled deeply. "Would you stop calling me that I'm already 18!"

She giggled at the other side of the door. "I'm just messing with ya." I heard her footsteps like it was about to leave, but it stopped. "You better be quick, or your food will get cold."

"Yes, mom," I replied to her.

She went downstairs after I said those words. I begin my daily routine, so I'll head out and go to school. After I shower, put on some uniform, fix my hair, wipe my glass, eat my breakfast, and get out of here. I use my bike as my transportation since we're close to my school.

I only have one year before I head to college. If you wonder what I look like, I am just an average human being who has no sense of fashion. I guess I have the looks, but I couldn't see it. I don't know what's wrong with their eyes.

I am more like a bookworm; you see, I read a lot of novels, short stories, and others. I don't need to mention it isn't I?

I am also the president of my club, called the Literary Club. I don't know why my teacher put me in that position but did I choose? We like everyday average life, but since the school is rich, they will take care of the funds in the clubs, as long as we serve a purpose or earn something, right?

I'm so talkative about internet friends, but in reality, I'm just a little shy boy, more like an introverted guy. I guess I'm retiring? I don't know myself these days.

I always talk to myself, and I feel comforted when I speak to myself more often. Some say it improves your mental health, but the thing is. I like talking to myself.

I didn't even experience having a girlfriend. Who would want to talk to this weird guy, right?

"Oh, hey! there you are, our adviser in the Literary club is calling us in her office." The vice president said while walking towards me

"I'll be right there; just wait for a sec, and I need to get my things in the locker," I replied politely.

"No, no, no!" She stopped me before I opened my locker. "She needs us ASAP," She said with her annoying tone of voice.

"Agh... what a bummer," I whispered to myself. "Fine." I stepped away from my locker and followed her.

While we walked down the hall, she stared right into my eyes. "So... how's your day Roy?" she curiously asks.

"I guess I can call it fine for now," replied her politely. "How about you?" I ask.

"Doing great as long as no one ruins my day, that's it, I guess," she answered.

And then everything became quiet, only our footsteps that we can hear in this hallway because most of the students are in the school library or cafeteria waiting for the bell to ring.

"Oh, we're here, let's go." she immediately entered the door without knocking first, so I followed behind her.

"There you two are, so... let me get this straight." she inhales. "This article you made this month, horrible." she stood up and slammed it into the desk. "A lot of typos, grammatical error, and it's all over the place. If this thing is too fixed and organized, this thing will look magnificent or should I say perfect." our adviser said with her calm tone.

I immediately bow down at her. "We are sorry, ma'am, our editor didn't do a great job fixing that article. I will scold them after the class ends." after that, I stand up straight.

"Oh, don't worry, you still have time to fix this, so can you take this and give this to your editor? And this time, check on what they are doing. She might need a hand fixing the errors, and remember you're the president always check on what are your members are doing. That's it, dismiss." She sits in her chair while sipping her tea.

We left the room as nothing had happened. "Why did that teacher pick me as president. I'm not even good at managing people." I said with a big sigh.

"Don't you worry about I'm here to support you? Remember I'm your vice?" She patted my back to comfort me.

<Ringgg!! Ring!!>

"I should get going now; see you after class in the club room," I said to her with a tired tone.

"Of course I will." she smiled at me and fled to the right.

I should get going now.

~*~

I am currently in our classroom and our subject for today is history. Yeah, history kind of intrigues me, but at the same time, not.

I don't know; it's somewhat weird.

"Good morning, class." said our professor.

we all stood up and greeted him back, and he gestured us to sit down. "Today, we're just reviewing this topic, so you better listen." he opened his book. "A long time ago, to be more specific, The medieval era our country is called the Lycian Kingdom, and now it's Zephyr; I know you heard this a lot of time, but as I told you, this is a review for my quiz tomorrow. So the Lycian Kingdom has four capitals, and what is it, anyone?"

Someone in the back raised his hand, so the professor told him to stand up. "The four capitals are Zephaniah, Xiyah, Zephyt, and Xayah." our professor nodded and let him take a seat.

"Thank you, so all these capitals have different Marquis or what we call mayors or Royals. These four capital has a conflict; like a typical Marquis, they fight for the land they want to own until King Zephyr United these four capitals to work together as one nation, which forms this Lycian kingdom. They helped the king establish his nation from scratch create boundaries between other kingdoms. The be more specific, he put boundaries between the Kingdom of Drought, the kingdom of Crecia, and the kingdom of Rea. according to history, the Lycian king is the only kingdom that is neutral, the only purpose of this kingdom is for the people to have a peaceful life." He gets his water bottle and drinks it.

"Ehem, but after a few decades of peace and harmony, the terrorist appears in its land, invaded this kingdom leaving his people in misery. It only took months until the king was executed and the kingdom met its downfall. The only survivor of that siege was his son Zephiel. After the incidents in that castle, he disappears, and after two years, he comes back and conquers every town, village, and capital. In only a few months, he even discovered this hidden city called Sinclair. he retrieves every capital and village in the area until the only left for him to do. to siege its castle, he successfully sieges it, and that leaves him a huge scar on his chest." our professor laughed. "I guess this scar was his Iconic look." Professor comments, He takes a deep breath and continues his review.

"He re-establish the kingdom giving it a new name, dedicated to his fallen father who tried to save its people; he named it Zephyr. After King Zephiel was seated on his throne, King Zephiel allied with another kingdom; he was once one of the best kings humanity has ever known. Instead of having an all-out war against the neighboring kingdom, he asked for an alliance that will benefit its land and also for world peace." He coughed after his lesson. "It's interesting. Up until now, I'm still impressed that one person united the whole continent of Imersia," he said with a smile on his face.

Everyone was amazed by that story, but I think something is missing. How can a one-person retrieve the Lycian without any help from others?

History only tells us his greatness but doesn't mention any companion that helped him. I know there's a knight, but it's from the capitals that he freed, but who helped him release that capital.

We can't go against history. It's written in many dialects and languages, and not a single thing has changed so that I will accept this, but something is missing, or is it just me?

I guess it's just me. I have read too many novels and mangas, that's why I think of it like this.

~*~

After a few hours of classes

I am currently here in the club room, waiting for my members to show up. Ugh. why do they take a long time getting here? I'm bored. I still have a place to go. Come on, guys.

After a little while, they finally arrived and sat in their respective seat. "We are here today to talk about this article I'm holding." pointing at the printed article in my left arm and slamming it to the table. "Our adviser in this club said this is horrible. Why? This journal is not properly edited; there are many typos, grammatical issues, and the information is not organized. so editors, what happened to this?" I crossed my arms. "I assigned the two of you to be the editor, and this is the output?"

He immediately stands up. "I'm so sorry I got nervous because we're almost near the deadline.."

I glared at him. "if you want to get it in time, don't slack off. Work harder." I stared at her face. "How about you, Angela?"

"I tried my hardest to cooperate with him, but we ended up arguing, and that's the real why we couldn't finish it smoothly as we expected." She said.

"Is it true? No more explanation, just say Yes or No." I said with a severe tone.

"Yes." He replied.

"We were given a chance to fix this thing. So Instead of you two helping each other. How about you two do it separately? Both have to edit these no buts. that's your punishment for not coordinating." I immediately got my things and left the room.

Do I have time to get into the library?

No, not the school library, of course, the public library because it has many books that I am interested in reading.

I looked at my watch.

I guess I have time.

I grabbed my bicycle and pedaled as fast as I could until I arrived in front of this library; I ran towards the entrance and entered it.

Finally, I arrived at hoo!

I explore the library to find these antique-like books here. I kept looking for a few minutes and found myself on old shelves with old books pages.

It's all dusted and dirty. I scanned all of it and saw something interesting. It has a different cover than others and its insert beside the two big books.

Someone tried to hide this, but you can't hide it from me.

I pick the book and stare at it—so old vintage.

I opened it, and it looks like a handwritten I can't say that this is just recently because handwritten style does not look like what handwritten looks like. New fonts?

It looks interesting. It has no title. The only thing written here was Edge. That's quite odd. Well, I'll take it anyway.

I immediately walked to the counter and rented this, and headed home.

The moment I entered my room I opened this book and read it.

"January 13,

It was the first time I experienced what war feels like at that very moment. It's terrifying, but I have to help my village even though I'm still young. I want to protect the people living here, these are my friends, and I want to help them; this place looks like a warzone now; it's pretty scary for me, but I have to stay strong. I fought this terrorist.

All of them has this symbol in their body. It looked like a star and across. this is a cult or just bandits? no matter what they are, I find this village that training with my dad before will not be put in vain."

It feels like a journal of some sort.

"The thing is... while I'm protecting these people, I didn't realize that our house was being attacked because when I head there to check on my sister and mother, It was already too late.

My mother was lying on the floor bleeding with a knife in her stomach while my sister was missing, I checked everywhere, but I found nothing. Did they take her? Why? I will see her and destroy those bastards who not only destroyed my beloved hometown but also for taking my sister away from me.

My name is Lux, and I will make sure to make them suffer as I experienced; I will decimate their groups; I won't let anyone get hurt again. I promise that in my name."

This is interesting. I want to read this one. If it were meant to be written like a diary type or personal log, I would like to see a new writing style.

I will enjoy it, I'm sure of it.

~*~