My Power

chapter 1

Chapter 1 - Heroes

Turned the last page as xxx finished his latest book. About a moralistic villain and an oblivious hero who fought and ended where they started. The world xxx sees as he lifts his head from the book is a world he doesn't want. Compared to that the myths and legends on paper is a much more welcoming reality.

Xxx stood up from the old worn-out sofa that he has dragged in to his room when no one was watching. Crossed the blue box of a bedroom with just a bed and scattered belongings to the door. The bed is messed up from the beginning of time and the small noise of the fan making the silence bearable is left as it is as the door closed behind xxx. The book that seems to weigh ton is logged in his bag over the shoulder. Xxx walked through the narrow corridor with each of his family members in their own room forgetting reality in their own way. The sister looking for solace in the accompany of "friends" and a mother in her work, while the father still putting up a fight. The last man standing in this family.

Briefly glancing at the dozed off father on the couch in still his uniform, xxx walked out the door. The dark house with deep blue walls and the poor lighting from the blocked off windows by the unwanted stuff seems almost unreal with the morning sunlight that is currently making xxx blind. With vehicles whooshing on the road from time to time and the neighbors in colorful shoes xxx almost felt out of place. Only the towering python resting on the roof seems to give him comfort. As xxx was giving the beast a curtly nod, a cheerful voice crept up on him.

"your sister up?"

Such a nonchalant question coming from a cheery voice made xxx question the person's motive. Then again, teenagers are an enigma so he let the thought pass.

"I did hear noises through her door." I replied as I pulled the strap of my bag over my shoulder and walked away. The mornings are the same to xxx as any other time of the day. Disappointing.

Even through the letdown xxx wore a smile. The people walking on the side walk the sun rays filtering through the tree leaves moved unnoticed unlike the small fluttering imps hiding in the barks. The world has many wonders.

The bus to the school is a daunting journey as it whizzed through the maze of turns and twists only to be a witness of dangerous fortress. The bullies and the teachers are a welcomed disturbance compared to the endless whispering of the rest of the student body. yet the school and him keep a love hate relationship because of the rich library it boasts. Miss Patty is a lovely lady in her 30s always dressed in light clothing and a sweater to match her plump figure. She and her unmistakable hulking cat covered in smoke sits at the desk greeting the student who come for the books. The cat's silent meow is only reserved for xxx which is a highlight of his day.

"done already dear, a page turner isn't it" miss patty exclaimed as she glossed over her own memory of the book.

"until it's the last page" xxx lifted a corner of his lips at the lady over the counter while sparing a quick glance at his favorite feline. Miss Patty gave knowing smile as she scanned the book and gave him the go sign to start his hunt.

There are thrillers and romance and comedy and all sorts of books placed in neat rows of shelves. But his poison is always fantasy isle.

As a new book replaced the previous the creeping fear is kept at bay successfully. The story of the new book is well known but the ending. Xxx's habit of not reading the last few chapters was developed through the years to an acquaintance with books. He likes to imagine his own story. He takes pride in it.

When the teacher is preaching xxx's mind wonders to the previously unfinished book where the final outcome is a predictable mystery. Even so, xxx tries to keep his mind off to the most unlikely outcome and what the end will portrait if it was him. He marvels at his imagination as he keeps thinking back oblivious to the teacher's given up sighs as he looks away from xxx.

Xxx still pay some attention to the teacher, just enough to note down the homework. Teachers don't mind his audacious acts because of his surprisingly high grades.

The books are read and more of life rolled in xxx is still engrossed in his books. The book he finished before the ending is still lying next to him on bed. Since the holidays has come, xxx can lie in bed and do his own biddings. This particular book is somewhat different. Its about salvation and improving the human race. The protagonist doesn't follow someone's steps, he creates his own. He finds a power in him through his own will and bring humans to another level in evolution.

This idea is very intriguing to xxx. In every other book there is a character like this. The first, who is always overlooked and undermined. Until now when that same character steals the focus.

In xxx's imagination he sees a world as it is for the first and then work on it to make it better. He sees himself creating power to himself then using that power to liberate the human kind.

Xxx is special. He is different from others of his age and even some older. The only characters he relates to are the ones in his imagination. His friends. His belief in himself is tremendous and so is his thoughts.

Xxx hasn't had a dream in a long time. Night is same as the day. He either read books or can be seen basked in his own world. But his current thought process is quite different.

"Unlike other stories, the character here doesn't follow anyone. He blazes his own road. When the human race is against other worldly powers of the alien race, he developed something on his own. He tapped in to the power of humans. The potential we have. It's believed that humans have potential to grow much more. The different religions and believes around the world say so. People who can fly, men so strong can lift mountains, gods, devils, ghosts, these myths didn't just appear. There were humans who can use special powers but recently we face no threats to our survival so the drive to make ourselves strong has been lost. We still have the possibility to make ourselves strong. Even though these are thousands of years old stories and imaginations of the people, is there a possibility for it to be true? Can we still have undiscovered power within us? Can we create a better life for ourselves?"

Xxx is still going over these thoughts cuddled in the corner of his bed leaning on the wall with a blanket covering him up to his neck. He is looking up at the dark ceiling, sideways around the room stopping at different places to admire the shape of a dark silhouette with an absentminded look.