A chilling Monday; a boy was limping underneath the shaded sails at his school.
"He tall dark & handsome," said a girl in his English class, walking up to him gleefully
"What are you up to Zeora?" She asks him with her smile shining like a star
"Oh hi Liz, nothing much. Just gonna go over to my friends & eat." He says, chuckling awkwardly.
"You know you can always come sit with me Bub? I would like the company considering that the other girls often ditch me, & so it's boring to just watch handball all lunch" Liz sways, hoping that Zeora is interested
He rubs his head & looks down, avoiding all eye contact
"I'm not good with people Liz"
Liz holds herself & takes a step back
"Ok, just thought you would like to. Sorry for bothering you" & she walks back to the tables. Zeora looks back up & tries to explain himself, but a harsh wind howls
Zeora is knocked back at the strength of this wind. He's confused as to why a winters day would have powerful, but yet warm winds. All the students around him begin to shuffle & squirm as they all seem off put by the huge gust. Zeora looks up up to find the sky changing. The clouds fading into not existing & the sky having all blue ripped violently out of it.
A toasting smell could be breathed in across the large area. Zeora turned to find a line, made of pure roasting nepalm, with ambers flickering off the mysterious blaze. A large blade pierces through the scorching line. The blade was blood red & curved as a crescent moon, with a inner silver blade that was serated. The students began to panic & flee! But Zeora stood there, paralized. A ear rupturing demonic growl bursts through the flaming portal, & out stepped a huge beast. It's golden fur shimmering & shining as it flows in the wind. Zeora falls backwards & yells
"Lion!"
He tries to run but is swiftly grabbed by a glowing chain, & Zeora is thrown to the feet of this clawed creature
