Avion Teller

The sun rose and shone to a mystical forest, full of energy and life. Animals were rejoicing for the arrival of the sun, birds singing, flowers blooming, and trees whistling.

It was fresh and light as the sky slowly turned bluish.

When the sunlight reached Avion's eyes through the window at a certain angle, he began to wake up healthy and free.

Looking at his face, it could be said he was gifted. He never needed to take care of himself for girls to flock over him if there were. Even with a bed hair from sleep that changed his hairstyle to curly, it fits him.

He sat up and stretched with ecstasy feeling all over his body out of relaxation. He looked outside the window and looked at the beautiful scenery and the wide landscape that was composed of a lake in the middle surrounded by large and magnificent green, brown, and grey mountains.

Suddenly, Avion felt a little chilly.

"Morning chill freezes me," he said as placed his hand at his front and the other at his chest, making a gesture as if he was holding the sun. As he placed his hand, that hand was following the speeding rise of the sun. No, it was as if he was controlling the speed of the sun as he moves it up, making it faster.

The sun became brighter and brighter until it was near noon. Avion then dropped his hand and nodded. In just a sway of his hand, the grand scenery change into something calm and placid. He moved celestial bodies without giving any sweat.

Nothing else changed except for the position of the sun. The birds had just flown a meter, trees grew not even a millimeter, but the lake rose a little as the sun did.

"Time to eat some breakfast," he said indifferently as he jumped out of his soft and warm bed.

Avion whose full name was Avion Teller was the last human on Earth. However, he never once called his world Earth but rather called it "Home", the sky "Ceiling", the ground "Floor", the bodies of water "Bathroom Number 1", and the forest "Bathroom Number 2"

He once said; "Let the world be called Home for I am good..."

Avion then exited the humble cabin he lived in that was two-stories tall and fifteen meters wide. From there, he could see the whole scenery since his humble cabin was placed on top of the smallest mountain, but still tall enough to picture this grand landscape that was akin to a masterpiece of the greatest painter.

Wearing tight leather boots, Avion slid down the mountain. He had done this every single day that made him looked so professional in sliding down and jumping when there was a gap for the stairs. When he reached the foot of the mountain, there was a wide farm filled with plants of different kinds. However, to his dismay, it looked like some beast ravaged his farm, but Avion did not despair.

He held out his one hand and the other held his chest. then he said, "Those pigs will have to eat other things other than my farm."

By then, the plants ranging from vegetables to fruits suddenly and magically grew up from being dead and bore fruits and vegetables in a single moment. It was as if time was reversed, no, time was actually reversed.

Avion Teller is the last human in the world, and also, the son of the Lord Sorcerer of Time who once ruled the whole universe because of his unstoppable and absolute control of time.

From the books he read, Avion learned that in the past there were a lot of people, by lots, they were countless! So many that they even have so-called countries and kingdom that was composed of human hierarchies.

As the last human on Earth, Avion was amazed by the fact that because there were so many people back then that they were having trouble finding food and shelter.

Then, some of these humans were called Elementalists. They were those who have the power to control parts of nature. Integrate themselves and become nature itself. Some can control fire, water, earth, and plants by their own free will. These Elementalists were separated from normal people and were the peak of the world back then.

Avion found it cool to control these elements. But that was not the only thing he learned from reading books...

After plucking a couple of fruits and leaving behind the vegetables, he ascended the mountain by the soil stairs that encircled it. Upon reaching the cabin, he entered as he took a bite of fresh and moist fruit. He ate the same thing every breakfast and was becoming numb to the taste.

Living in such a carefree life, Avion naturally became lazy and uncaring, in short, spoiled by his own power and freedom. Before even finishing his breakfast, he entered one of the many rooms of his cabin and there was a hatch on the wooden floor. He easily opened it, revealing a ladder that he descended afterward.

Upon stepping onto the ground, he entered a space underneath the cabin and inside the mountain that was two meters tall and the width more than the height for about a half meter, making a closed and rectangular room.

However, in every facet of the wall there stood bookshelves containing different variety of books from colors to sizes. He looked around and felt satisfied thinking that he had already read them all.

From the time he was left alone, he began reading this library that was left by his father. He didn't know where his parents went but he wasn't sad about it. It's been more than a decade and he felt numb to everything emotional.

In the middle of the room there a laid a table and on top of this table, a lamp and an opened book were placed on top. Everything was clean, it was as if they were new because chronically, they were.

Holding his chest, the small underground library turned one more day back and became much cleaner, although the book on the table went back to the original place that Avion took it again from the bookshelf near him.

He sat down and began to read as he took bites of the fruit...

After a couple of hours, he closed the book and stretched his body as he yawned.

Finally, he finished reading all the books his father left him. The inheritance he got was now all in his head.

At that exact moment, there was something that lit in his chest. It glowed soft blue that radiated inside his clothes. He then grabbed his necklace and pulled it to reveal a small hourglass, as small as a thumb, that was attached to it.

This hourglass was mystical and mysterious, filled with spirit-like light.

The small library was not the only inheritance he got from his father. The reason he could control time was because of this small hourglass his father gifted to him before the Lord Sorcerer of Time left him when Avion was still just a child.

His memories of that day were vague in his head that he sometimes thinks that he doesn't want to remember his father.

He stared at the small hourglass and saw that a piece of sand just dropped from the top that made his eyes widened as he whispered;

"So it's my seventeenth birthday today..."

Because he was always manipulating the day, making it always short and sometimes long, he doesn't have any idea how many real days in time had actually passed.

Avion finished all the books in that library, several times, in fact. There were numerous books there but with nothing to do every day, he just read and read all the time. He read all his life that the words in the books were all stored in his head.

If he wanted to, he could recite them word by word.

Avion sometimes thinks that in exchange for his carefree life, the freedom he had, the comfort, and convenience he has in life, his unused emotions were removed.

Since then, he never felt joyous that he lived or excited about the food he will eat. It was so different from the books he read where knights and dragons fought. How good will it feel to defeat that kind of monster?

"I'm bored..." Avion sighed as he stared at the hourglass which light was getting dimmer. After thinking for a moment, he dropped the hourglass, breaking it as the fragile glass landed on the wooden flat surface and the sand within it spread on the table.

He took the fragments of glasses out of the pile of blue sand as his surroundings began to twist and turn. He wasn't bothered by the chaos of reality as if he didn't notice it.

By breaking the hourglass, he was also breaking the laws of time.

After separating the fragments of glass from the pile of blue sand, he leaned forward and closed the other hole of his nose by pushing it with his finger. Looking at the pile of blue sand underneath the opened hole of his nose, he heavily inhaled;

"Siii~~!"

Instantly, all the blue sand went it and was sorted, his eyes went dark but just like a blink, he opened them to see the blue sky.

But an unfamiliar noise and bustle entered his ears.

Avion looked around and whispered, "Other... humans in my Home?"