Original Souls (A World Apart #1) (33 page)

"Thanks," he said, "but what are we going to do with him now?"

"Allow me to handle that part." Cris placed his hand on the guy's forehead as his flesh melted away. It freaked Anvard out so much, that he jumped up and ran to his friends at the back of the room.

"Dad," Corinth started softly and fearfully, "u
m
… are you going to kill that guy?" he went on to ask innocently.

Cris actually laughed, but through a tightly wound jaw. "Wow! What little faith ye have in me. Why would I have brought this man with me just to kill him? I could have done that already if I wanted to."

"So, he came with you?" Anvard asked without thinking first.

Cris gave the four of them a weird stare. "Yeah, he did come with me. And so too did this extra bed jammed up between the wall and Corinth's dresser. All these clothes, pencils, this computer tablet that's probably broken by now," he picked it up swiftly from near his black-booted feet, then tossed it aside. "And indeed all the other things that caused that massive thumping noise when I dropped from the ceiling up there, with all of it in tow." He pointed to the ceiling for affect. He was slightly annoyed that his own son would ask him a question like that. And then the even more stupid question that followed it. "You four ought to pay more attention to your surroundings. It will help you in the future, I promise." He tried to calm himself after that outburst. Took in a deep breath, getting his composure back. He didn't want to come off in any way aggressive. He assumed Corinth knew he was a gentleman, but apparently not. Either way, he didn't want to scare off his son's first real group of friends ever.

He used his glowing hand to open a portal beneath the man's body. "Port
a…
Ad Domum," he quietly announced to the air with a steady tone. He used the portal to send the man to his home. Wherever it is, he will go safely. Criston was certainly getting the hang of wielding the hand of fate.

CRACK! CRACK!
Came a knock to the door. It sounded like metal on hard wood. But who would knock with and object rather than their hand? Cris knew the answer to that question.

"Come in, Sena. Hendrix," he said with a telltale smirk.

Rather than waste her time opening a door that she just kicked with her Valid steel high-heel
s
— she poured her way underneath the crack of the door like a silvery shadow. The viscous liquid slowly moved about the floor until it cleared the width of its reach. The shadow then meticulously rose nearly six feet into the air, as the form of a chic women dressed all in black took shape from the already dark, but reflective plasma. The contrast of her brown skin and bold blue eyes made her appear even more regal than Emma thought herself to be every time she passed a mirro
r
… or any other object that showed her reflection. But it was Sena. Hendrix who was the one to be looked at now.

As soon as her face took its natural mold, she began shouting at her son. "First you can't even be bothered to use the gifts of magik bestowed upon you, and now you suddenly have the urge to recklessly show off around town and this institution!" She was so engulfed in the fires of her rage that she hadn't noticed the three additional Fielder children in the dormitory.

"Silvia Hendrix, meet the Fielder children," Cris said sarcastically, while gesturing to the youths, to mock his mother's overt antics.

"I've met most of them," she said to her son, then purposefully bumped his shoulder as she sternly walked pass. "I do beg your pardon, children. I wasn't aware of your presence. But it'd be best if you went to your dormitories to ready yourselves for the first day school-wide address at the Pavilion. It will commence shortly. So, don't take excessive amounts of readying time." She glared at Emma. Though she had never spoken to, -or formerly met her, Hendrix could tell an overly prim girl when she saw one. It takes one to know one really. "After you've finished, you are to position yourselves at Olympi
a’
s Chariot of Winds station, for pick and delivery to the Pavilion."

"Can't they just walk?" Cris asked while frowning. "We used to do it. Have kids grown that lazy today?"

"No, children haven't grown lazy," she insisted as she motioned the children to leave. All but Corinth, of course. "Bu
t—
new-age technology has made them that lazy."

Cris twisted his face up in thought, but concluded that she was more than likely right on point.

Though he wasn't sent away, Corinth walked out with his friends. He didn't want to be there for whatever Sena. Hendrix had to say to his dad.

"Uh-uh, you are needed here, Corinth. There is something your father and I must inform you of." Cris looked away uneasy when she said that. "This is your dormitory anyhow, so you too must ready yourself for the event of the evening."

Corint
h’
s face showed nothing more than pure disappointment. He hadn't felt so welcomed by a group of people his own age in his entire life. He didn't want it to ever end.

"So, we'll see you outside at the chariot station, right?" Emmy asked with a huge grin forming across her darkly, olive hue face. "You're not going to try to ditch us, are you?"

Anvard's swarthy tan cheeks bloomed as rosy-red as they could with a budding smile. He knew what his little sister was attempting to do. They could all tell that Corinth was a shut-in when they first met him. They wanted him to feel a part of their little group as much as he wanted to be a part of it. He just smiled back at the three of them, nodding his head in conformation. They then drifted off down the South hall, headed back to their dorms in Concordia Nova, as Sena. Hendrix began closing the door behind them.

Anvard looked back with a puppy dog stare in his shiny pink eyes. He was quite the unique spirit. An athlete with a heart of gold. Sensitive with a soft and delicate demeanor. Yet still, he took down that belligerent man without hesitation.

Corinth watched the three Lirians, he now called friends, walk away. But he couldn't help but focus in on Anvard specifically, as the still growing giant stared back at him. He was a dreamy figure to some, or rather most. Why had he zeroed in on Corinth so abruptly? Corinth wanted to like Andy for many reasons that he couldn't fully understand at his young age. But something deep inside him begged to differ. Trusting someone with the makings of a perfect fourteen-year-old seemed like a hoax, and an all around bad idea. There are no perfect fourteen-year-olds. There aren't any perfect people. Period! He's athletic, intellectual, has integrity, humility, and even sensitivity. If that's not a gimmic
k—
then he's working way too hard at being a good guy.

Corinth mulled over these thoughts, as Andy turned his head away from their interlocked eye contact. He turned, because Emma shouted at him, just before he hit the bottom knob on one of the torches mounted to the walls. He too was trying to absorb every ounce of his counterpart, Cory, before the door finally clicked into the grooves of its frame, now shut.

But Cory continued to wonder, as Sena. Hendrix started barking orders at his father. Who is this perfect boy trying to fool? Himself — or everyone else? There had to be something about him that showed flaw, right? Corinth was intent on finding out what that was before he would act on any of his feelings for the swashbuckling Lirian athlete named; Anvard.

April 1, 1002 ~ Nightfall

Corinth felt like it had been the longest day of his life. He'd met the greatest friends he could ask for, and found out some great news.

Emma sat outside in a gazebo on the Olympus Grounds. She was in one of several gazebos filled with students. Everyone was awaiting pickup from the Chariot of Winds. The station just outside Olympia was the largest, so many students were sent that way to wait. She was surrounded by her brother, sister, and roommate. Claudia was a bit of a geek. She got along much better with Emmy than Emma. They talked to one another as Emma sat beside them with her arms folded in a hissy fit. Anvard sat next to her with his arms too folded in a fit of rage. Because sitting next to him were his two roommates, Vonczech and Jane.

They were two of a kind. Quite the stiff bastards. They gave Anvard a hard time the entire time he was in the dorm room with them. He couldn't believe how unlucky he was with the roommate draw. He wished he could do it again, but it was only done once per semester, by lottery. On orientation day,he pulled the lever of the automated slot machine. As it tumbled around, he took a look around the impressive structure that was the Pavilion. He was concerned with the whole of the selection. He had
n’
t seen a soul that looked worthy of bunking with him. The tumbler slowed to a crawl while two indistinguishable names flashed and flashed on the screen above the wheel. Two names from his year level.

Anvard was chosen to be a selector. He was asked to pull the lever. Their names just so happened to be the ones that popped up. When the guy that ran the tumbler called out those two soon to be dreaded names, Anvard looked from the field for them in the crowd. They both stood up and the green and pink spotlights flashed around their heads to illuminate their positions. At the time, he thought nothing strange about either one.

Vonczech, a muscular and tall guy just like him. He wore a baseball cap that hid most of his loose curly blond hair. As Anvard looked at him now, remembering orientation day, he saw some of those curls peeking out from beneath that very cap. They fluttered gently in the night breeze. His lightly tan skin had pimples that ran all along his jaw, making him look less than attractive, even though he had all the makings of a young Adonis. He wore a jersey to the Pavilion that day that represented Aurora Boreal green serpents bracket. Andy knew before he joined the Levantarse club that Von would be a future opponent as well a roommate.

Likewise, Jane appeared somewhat athletic, but in a sort of feminine way. She was from Andy's home World. Her pink eyes were as delicate as her pale skin, but she wore boyish type clothes that threw the rest of her look off. Her black hair was pulled tightly into a bun that rested at the center top of her perfectly shaped head. Like most Lirians, she was pretty and proud. Also like most people from Lirio, she had a particularly self-absorbed nature. It didn't show until they met face to face at the dorm, but it was even more pronounced than that of Emma.

She walked up to him upon entering the dorm and designated what parts of their rather lofty abode he could step foot in. She said that the entire area surrounding her bed, and the small common room they were meant to share, was off limits to him. Simply because he was a newbie. He didn't know what to do, so he hastily agreed, just to get her out of his face.

Vonczech too had a self-centered quality about him. All he did was workout and insult smaller boys than himself. He was from La Envidia. His green eyes and the jersey he wore at orientation told Anvard that much. And if the stereotypes were right, then he was the jealous and envious type. Andy knew that would lead to an overt amount of competition on the Levantarse field. Anvard clutched the pink fish on the chest of his own Levantarse jersey as he looked at his two greatest enemies at school.

The chariot finally pulled up, but Corinth was nowhere in sight. "Can't we just take the next one, I don't want to leave without Corinth," Emmy said to the others.

"I don't either," Anvard said in a stressed tone, "but this is the last one." His eyes searched around for Corinth in the distance, but there was no sign of him.

"With his dad being the Glass Handed Ghost Man everyone's been talking about, I'm sure he'll make it there before we do," Emma spat that out, while she stood with her arms still tightly folded across her chest.

Anvard ran over to her from the archway of the gold and white gazebo. He promptly put his hand over her mouth, even though her lips had already ceased flapping. "If people know about that, Corinth will be taken in for questioning, or worse! They think that guy's a thief, but we obviously know he's not, right?"

Emma thought for a second. She didn't want her hatred for Corinth to get in the way of her crush on his father. Anvard looked into her eyes with a frown. She didn't even bother protesting that he was still covering her mouth. That's how deep she was in thought over this.

"Emma!" he called out. He let his hand down as everyone in the gazebo started to stare. "You in there?" He waved his hand across her face, and she finally came to.