Across Book 2

Chapter 7 : King

Brock opened his eyes and noticed that Richet was staring at him with fearful eyes. In fact, Richet was standing quite far away from where he was just seconds ago. And Richet kept pacing away from Brock yet more.

Brock did not understand why Richet stood afar and then he saw his hand. A small white sphere of light floating above his index finger. It was in fact tiny, but the sphere emitted light of tremendous intensity that he couldn't look at for more than a few seconds.

Richet looked at the energy sphere Brock had created, and very well knew why he was keeping a distance from Brock. He knew how deady it was. If it were to be launched at a rather denser intensity, it would annihilate the opponent in one quick moment.

"What do I do with this ?" Brock raised his voice to reach Richet.

"You have to project it, just let it go." Richet spoke in a respectable manner, yet at a much louder volume that undermined his king's voice.

Brock gestured his index finger forward. The tiny white sphere of energy moved along, leaving his hand and making its way slowly to open ground. And as it moved forward, Brock could see the sphere getting bigger and bigger as it covered more distance, until the point it doubled its size to that of a football, or maybe even bigger. It stopped. While staying still in the air, the energy ball emitted a flash of light that almost blinded Brock and Richet for a moment. It glowed so intensely that in the next few moments that followed, an incomparable amount of pressure and wind force swept the place away like an explosion. The sound it produced that went by only one name - destruction.

Brock was so taken away by the wind force until it was over. And then he was lying on the ground with a huge astonishment. He was confused with what just happened, and noticed Richet had also taken cover on the ground. Brock guessed that Richet might have already estimated the damage it was about to do. This was no joke at all. As he got up slapping away the dirt from his T-shirt, few leaves showered on him until he realised he was standing directly below a tree - a tree whose branches were still trembling from the force of the explosion.

Brock moved away from the tree and made his way to Richet.

"I am going home." Brock said hastily.

"King," Richet said softly only to see that Brock had already made his mind to leave. He did not follow.

Brock was still in shock from what he did. His right palm was trembling. He had almost lived a fantasy and a nightmare on the same night. The whole thing was so unexpected that he couldn't think straight. He was at the bay of overthinking the whole scenario. He got home as soon as he could humanly walk. He walked to his room and munched over his favourite cookies that he had today on the way from his college. Soon after his hand stopped trembling, he calmed himself down and lied on the bed until he fell asleep.

The morning that followed, he felt like last night was a dream. Like the things that are too good to be real. But even he was confused. Although one thing was real that he had classes today and soon after that, he took off to his college. But a big question followed him - should he have told this to someone else? He needed someone to know, but he literally knew no one close enough to rely on. And also, would they believe him if he ever revealed everything at all? He was thrown away by so many questions, but he made himself busy to ignore them for the longest of the bit.

He opened his phone to see a few unread texts from his internet friend, Ava. Brock sighed holding back the thought of texting her about this. But ultimately thought of giving it a try.

"Hi" Brock texted Ava, followed by, "when I was returning back from home, someone addressed me as King". Brock kept on texting everything he thought was necessary to get this out of his shoulders. And when we finally did, he exhaled calmy. Few minutes later, Ava's text buzzed the phone, mostly saying that she couldn't believe it. Brock noticed maybe a part of Ava wanted to believe him but if the information was put together, it was too classified.