"This one is from Lucas Wyke's point of view." The Librarian told the viewers and gave them a moment to prepare themselves.
"Be ready to hate him and laugh your ass off, because this ones good." He told them, and they watched the screen as it lit up.
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Lucas Wykes
Staring down at the professors- the very mages that I strove to become- struggling to stand back up, it was clear to me that their lives were in my hands. With my newfound powers, these so-called "elites" were now nothing more than ants to me.
Enhanced cognitive processing capabilities for higher levels of spell casting.
A nearly unlimited pool of mana for me to access and utilize.
Heightened reflexes along with strengthened physical prowess and dexterity.
The elixir that Draneeve had given me really fulfilled its purpose. Just like he had promised, it truly brought forth my full potential.
It was obvious since early on that I was a gifted mage, however, being outshined by my older brother, Bairon, my accomplishments were never able to satisfy my family's expectations. I had lived my childhood chasing after his insurmountable shadow, but no longer; I felt like I had finally surpassed him.
Easily wiping out the distinguished professors of this academy, it felt like I had actually transcended the realm of mortals, incomparable to even the highest of human, elven, and dwarven mages.
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"Who does he think he is?" Windsom asked, disgust and disdain on his face.
"To think he would sully the Wykes name like this, it's pitiful." Bairon said, his face also showing disgust at what his brother became.
"See, Bairon? Your little brothers just a piece of shit." Regis told him and Bairon could only agree.
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...so why am I feeling this way?
This feeling of an icy claw gripping my innards, slowly twisting, slow freezing my insides.
The palpable pressure in the air seemed to make the force of gravity in the vicinity stronger as he approached.
Beads of cold sweat began forming, drenching my clothes, as I had unknowingly taken a step back.
Was I afraid?
That's impossible.
With my newfound powers, I was invincible. I was all-powerful. I was perfect.
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"He's so arrogant. I really hope Arthur pit him in his place." Adam said, a smirk on his face as he leaned forward in his seat.
"Just wait, Adam, It's really good." Regis told him, and Adam's smirk simply widened and he nodded.
"Regis, how do you even know what happened? Weren't you with Grey?" Helen said, speaking up.
"How could I NOT know what happened? It was such big news." Regis said, not revealing the real way he knew.
Helen, of course, didn't realize this and nodded back, wondering 'what could have been so major that even Alacryans could have heard of it?'
She could only shiver at the thought of what would happen to the boy who threatened Tessia's safety.
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"Welcome to the party, Arthur. You're just in time," I jeered, satisfied with the calm timbre of my voice.
He said nothing as he continued his way towards me at a suspensefully slow pace.
My gaze shifted from Arthur to the obsidian dragon behind him. I had read in a book that the dragon race had already gone extinct from being hunted down. I would normally be more taken aback, but at this point, compared to the terrifying intensity emanating from Arthur, his dragon looked no more threatening than a common lizard.
His steps never faltered, never swayed, as he approached the bell tower. I couldn't make out what sort of expression he had, his eyes were covered by his bangs.
The atmosphere was deathly silent, as even the senseless mana beasts that Draneeve controlled instinctively knew to prostrate in submission.
"Impressive pet. Did you think it could help you now? Look around you! All of this, it was done by me! The professors that were so highly regarded? I stepped on them like disease-ridden pests," I chuckled, taking a few steps toward the boy I once regarded my equal.
The dragon behind him let out a deafening roar that made the surrounding audience wince in fear, but I didn't.
No. As much as I hated to admit, it wasn't the dragon that gave me this feeling of unease; it was Arthur.
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"So even a dragon of the Indrath clan, albiet young and weaker than most, didn't faze him, but Arthur did?" Virion spoke out this time.
"Yup. Just imagine how angry he could've been for that to be possible." The Librarian said, and Virion nodded.
He was extremely angry too, seeing how somebody had harmed his granddaughter, but he couldn't do anything about it.
He could only hope Arthur hurt him for what he did. (Whos gonna tell him?)
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Unaffected by my taunts, he wordlessly made his way towards me.
Some of the students had already defeated Draneeve's minions, only a few mana beasts remained on my side. However, they were petrified in fear; whether that was due to Arthur or the Dragon, I will never know.
As he got closer, it dawned on me...
He wasn't even looking at me. His gaze was never directed at me!
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At this, Regis burst into laughter.
"Oh man, that was so funny. It must have been so embarrassing!" Regis cackled, his form shaking in Caera's lap as he tried and failed to supress his laughter.
"Shut it, mutt. He may have been a fool for doing something like this, but he's still the brother of a lance like me." Bairon told him, hate visible in his eyes as stared at the dog.
"Shut up, Zeus wannabe. You are not that strong, your like a spark plug." Regis told him, using foreign terms on the now confused Bairon.
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My feet stayed glued to the ground, stunned, as he simply strode past, ignoring me and everyone else here.
How dare he!
I could easily crush him right now; he should be pleading, begging for me to spare him and his friends.
But instead, he had the audacity to treat me like air?
My fists began trembling from how hard they were clenched.
Pa.s.sing by everyone else he knew, disregarding his dying or dead peers and friends, Arthur kneeled down in front of the elf princess; his dragon craned its neck down towards her as well, and for that long breath of a moment, there was only silence.
Knowing exactly what to do, my lips curled up into a smirk. Let's see him ignore me now.
"She was crying for you, you know," I taunted.
No reaction.
"Oh sure, she stayed strong at first. It made it all the more satisfying seeing her break down," I chuckled.
His shoulders twitched a bit.
His dragon looked back at me, its eyes piercing me with the ferocity that might've frightened me before.
"You see, I wanted to play with your little elf princess more, but Draneeve told me not to lay a hand on her. I was going to disagree at first but an idea struck me; what better way to break you than for you to lay helplessly on the ground as you watch me defile the girl you love so much?" My laugh echoed throughout the academy as everyone else watched, unable to even muster up the courage to utter a word.
The dragon let out a grunt and looked like it was about to charge at me when it abruptly stopped.
My face twitched in rage as Arthur continued to wordlessly cling onto his little elf lover. He still chose to ignore me?
"ARTHUR LEYWIN! YOU DARE IGNORE ME?" I roared. "You think you're so much better than me? Let me see you go easy on me now! I'll break every bone in your body so you could only cry helplessly as I desecrate Tessia right—"
My words got caught in my throat as the ground abruptly splintered and crumpled underneath Arthur like a sheet of paper, making me stumble.
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"Did he just threaten to ra—" "Yes, Virion, he did. And right in front of her little boyfriend too, its really cruel, huh?" Regis spoke up, interrupting Virion.
Virion glared at the human king, Blaine. "You know this could have been considered a declaration of war? The brother of one of your lances threatens to do such things to the princess of the elves." He said, narrowing his eyes on Bairon and Blaine.
"My brother probably wasn't in the right state of mind. He just—" That didn't help ease his anger. "He was in the right state of mind, lance Bairon! He did this all of his own accord, took the drugs, followed this Draneeve guy, and did everything by his own free will."
Blaine looked at him with slightly guilty eyes, but he didn't feel that bad.
"It's fine, Virion. Tessia is right there," He said, pointing to Tessia. But she was crying and shaking, her hands covering her face, so his point didn't make any sense. "and she's not getting beat by anybody. I'm sure the commoner brat saved her or something." He shrugged his shoulders, not caring too much.
Tessia's parents, Alduin and Merial, were comfortjng her as she sobbed. "Your point was not proven with that. You are going to have to pay for your actions, boy." Virion spoke and then tried to calm himself.
"It's fine, Virion, Tessia ends up alright after this. You'll see." The librarian said, feeling bad.
Virion would have to watch as his future self loses everything, even his son, Tess, and Arthur, and even Rinia. How could he not feel bad?
Virion didn't deserve any of this.
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I regained my balance and looked back up at Arthur, whose back was still facing me as he gently laid the elf princess down. All of a sudden, I was hit with the same sensation as earlier— the frigid, emotionless grip of a demon, twisting at my insides, wringing the air out of my lungs.
As if the wind had been knocked out of me, air escaped my throat as choppy and shallow gasps.
Unable to compose myself, I looked down at my hands to see that they were trembling.
I realised it wasn't just my hands but my whole body shuddering uncontrollably from the very core.
What was happening to my body? Why was I reacting this way towards some boy my age? It should be impossible for him to be stronger than me, yet, what was this sense of—
He turned around.
I would never have thought that something so simple as eye contact could be so terrifying, when his pale blue eyes, sharp as a knife met mine, I felt all of the remaining air in my lungs get sucked out.
And suddenly, I realized what I had been feeling the entire time; the word to describe the emotions that I couldn't grasp...
No! I refuse to admit this!
I ignored the inaudible scream of protest deep in my mind that was begging me to flee; to escape in the opposite direction from him.
"Oh, am I finally worthy of your attention?" I spat out mockingly, struggling to keep my body from trembling.
"Lucas." Arthur was a peasant who had such a banal background that his existence would normally amount to less than a retired mule, while I was born into the Wykes family, which birthed the most talented of mages this continent had seen. Yet, his voice rang with such glaring authority that it made me almost kneel on impulse.
"I thought of you as nothing more than a mere wasp that I regarded unnecessary to kill," Arthur continued with a chill edge to his voice as he once again began walking towards me.
"But even the holiest of saints will swat it down, without hesitation, if said wasp so much as dared to sting him." His cold, emotionless eyes, empty and frozen, never broke contact with mine as a tangible bloodlust gripped at my limbs like shackles.
He was comparing me to a bug. No, he truly saw me as a bug. Yet, any words of rebutal or protest refused to leave my mouth.
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Seris had a satisfied smile on her face. She hated how the attack went and wanted everything to stop, but as a Scythe, it'd be considered traitorous to stop the attack.
It was satisfying watching Arthur tear down the attack and put a stop to it.
Bairon gritted his teeth at the sight of his brother being so weak and disgraceful.
Tessia looked up with teary eyes, hoping Arthur would be safe and hoping he gave Lucas what he deserved.
Regis was the one who spoke up. "Such a badass line, right?" He said, and Adam, once again, was the one who replied to him.
"Right. Its like some kind of hero's dramatic entry and now he's gonna put him in his place." Adam laughed out, only to be stopped by the Twin Horns glaring at him.
"Am I wrong?" He asked and Helen had to stop herself from punching him.
Jasmine stayed silent, contemplating what she would do when Arthur's identity as Grey was revealed.
She'd have to give Adam a piece of her mind, that was for sure.
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Why...
It wasn't supposed to be like this. My powers should now be greater than his. So why was this happening? How could a boy a year younger frighten me more than Draneeve? How many legions of men and beasts did he have to murder in order to possess such suffocating, oppressive killing intent?
Even the very earth seemed heedful of Arthur as the ground sunk down with each step he took.
My heart pounded harder and harder against my ribcage as if it wanted to break out and escape. My vision blurred as cold beads of sweat rolled down from my forehead into my eyes.
Tearing my gaze away from Arthur, I focused on Tessia. The dragon had curled up protectively around the elf princess, leaving me no opening to make use of her.
Silently, as Arthur advanced closer, I saw it. In his eyes was a raging tempest, so hungry to create mayhem, just barely contained.
I am Lucas Wykes, second-born of Otis Vayhur Wykes! Elite mages of Xyrus Academy have been brought to their knees by my overwhelming strength. Arthur was nothing but a lowly peasant, his only luck was being born with a decent talent for magic!
My mind snapped into a state of desperation and frenzy as I fought down the burning desire to run. Him, scare me? Never. I would rather die than plead for my life.
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"Maybe he actually should've begged! Then what happened to him wouldn't have been so horrible." Regis said again, laughing as he imagined everybody's faces.
"Just what did Arthur do, Regis?" Alice asked, worry evident in her tone. She knew how dangerous Arthur could be, but even she has never seen a enraged Arthur before.
"You'll find out in a second, mama leywin." Regis told her, winking before turning to Grey's glare.
Then, they had a mental conversation.
'Don't you dare flirt with my mom.' Grey told him simply. 'Not my fault your moms so fine.' He retorted.
'I'll take your Aether for a week if you keep going.' He told Regis mentally, and he whimpered.
'Wait, its not that serious, chill. But its not my fault your mom is a milf.' He told him before getting his mental connection to Grey shut off, and he sighed into Caera's lap as he knew he would not be receiving Aether for a week.
"What's wrong, Regis?" Caera asked, seeing him downcast.
"Oh horned goddess, please save me from my master's abuse. He isn't going to feed me for a week." He whimpered, burying his face into her thighs.
"Poor little puppy, your master is too cruel." She told him, playing along as she pet him.
A/N: I didn't feel like writing something yesterday. Sorry not sorry.
Vote and comment. I'll write another chapter tmr or the day after.
On another note, I have a strange urge to write a oneshots fic