Lower Class

"I can't believe it!" He said. "I am finally going for the exams. My first stepping stone to achieve my dreams!"

Spade was riding to the stadium on his bicycle. Dashing and moving through the alleyways and roads, dashing between people and vehicles, he was going at full speed with full confidence.

Always dreaming of rising to the top, he was a lower class resident living in the outskirts of the country. Since he was a little kid, he and other people of the lower class had been ignored and been looked down by the residents of the country. For these reasons, they have lived in the outskirts of the country, on the Cleov mountain range.

"I can't miss the exams... It is finally my time to shine!" He said while hurrying.

On his way, he caught a glimpse of three people harassing a shopkeeper. Although he was in a hurry, he could just pass by leaving someone in distress.

He stopped and parked his cycle. He walked towards the shop.

Meanwhile, the person standing closest to the shopkeeper pulled out a knife and placed it on the keeper's neck. The other people that were passing by just walked and pretended to ignore the situation in the fear of them being attacked.

"Now now, old man. How much sum you are pending?" The man said intimidatingly.

"W- what do you mean? I just paid you last week! I have my family to feed too! If I keep giving you my income, how would I-?"

"DO I LOOK LIKE I CARE?" The man said. The other two behind him started laughing.

Spade tapped the knife man's shoulder. The man looked behind and a punch was thrown on his face. He was launched back.

"Hey! What the hell was that?!" One of the other two men asked shockingly.

"Can't you see?" Spade said while wiping the blood of his fist. "That was a punch."

The knife man, while slowly getting up, pointed his knife at Spade this time.

"You have done something horribly wrong brat. You don't know who I work for!" He said.

"Do you keep the knife just to scare people or do you actually use it? Also, I don't care who you work for." Spade said while putting his handkerchief back in his pocket.

The man smiled and threw his knife at Spade. Spade caught it and shot it back at the man's leg. He fell to his knees once again, but this time, he couldn't stand back up.

Till now, a crowd had gathered around to watch the commotion. And the man did not wanted to be more ashamed. Spade neared him as he could do nothing but watch. He saw him, as he walked, Spade had a kind of aura. It was shaped like a pair of wings. Before he could think further, he was already done for.

"You want some more of this?" Spade said.

The man looked at the other two. They ran to him, helped him get up, and the three ran away. But before running, the man warned Spade -

"I appreciate your bravery, brat! But do not forget what I said! He would come for you!!" He said as the three of them went away.

The shopkeeper approached Spade.

"Thank you for helping me boy. What's your kind name, may I ask?" He said.

"Oh I am Spade. The man who's gonna rule y'all soon."

The crowd gasped. And so did the shopkeeper.

"Spade.... As in Spade of Cloev?" The shopkeeper slowly muttered.

"Yes. Am I popular here?"

The people were shocked. Slowly, they started walking away.

"Such a filthy person here."

"Lower Class dirts."

They said to themselves.

The shopkeeper, too, slowly backed up.

"T- thank you kid, but I am sorry." He said as he shut the doors of his shop on Spade's face.

"Well that's nasty." Spade said as he walked to his cycle and continued his hurry.