Cast Out (Book 1 Done; Book 2 In-Progress)

Book 1: Epitaph of Wahshi. Prologue Part 1

The year is 2028. It's Friday, January 21st. Right now it's 5:59am. It's also the happiest moment of my life. My name is Raes Bastion. Yes, I'm a guy and I'm crying. I'm looking at the world's greatest miracle ever. Tears are slipping from my eyes, as I saw my daughter Talia open her eyes for the first time. I couldn't stop the relieved laughter that bubbled up from my chest. My daughter was just born!!

-----2 years earlier

My name is Raes Bastion. Yeah, you've probably heard of me. Who hasn't, am I right? I'm 17 years old and I own one of the top ten businesses in America. Yeah, I'm THAT Raes Bastion. I could buy and sell small countries with a snap of my fingers, and I probably would if I wanted to. But that's too much trouble. After all, if I bought a country then I'd have to actually manage it! WAY too much of a pain. I mean, I don't even manage the business I own! Why would I want to manage a whole country?

Wind flooded the back of the limousine as I kept the windows all the way down. I gotta admit, it's my favorite time of the day. Just being able to sit back and let the wind flip my dark black hair all over the place. The limo I'm in feels like it's just gliding through the streets. You can't hear anything as it moves, and if you ignored the wind then you could almost imagine that you weren't actually moving at all. I'm on my way to the biggest party of the year, and it's going to be awesome! For one day a year, New York City turns the entire city into a huge festival. Anyone who's anyone shows up to the party at the Empire State Building, and all the people that live in this city the other days of the year are kicked out. It's harsh, but when you got money, you got the means. I'm leaning back in the backseat of the limo there, with my eyes closed and my arms folded across my chest when all of sudden....

BAM!!

The car shudders, and I can see us barely able to make it to the curb to park before the car jolts to a stop.

"Hey Roxy, what's going on?" I yell up to my driver.

I hear a door open and slam shut. I can hear her propping up the hood of the car as she checks to see what's going on.

"Sorry sir it looks like the engine is busted." She tells me.

'Damn it!! At this rate I'll never get to the party at the Empire State Building on time!' I silently start fuming and cursing my bad luck.

"Roxy, can you get it fixed fast? I'm running late over here." I yell out.

"Sorry sir," the blonde calls out. "It doesn't look like anything I can fix easy. I could call somebody else from the company to and get you the rest of the way, but with traffic looking like it is today, I don't think they'll be able to make it here for another few hours."

I can barely hear her over the sounds of the cars rushing past us, but what I do hear doesn't make me happy at all.

'God DAMMIT!'

I'd been waiting for this party for the whole year! You can only get an invite once you were of legal age, and since the lowering of the legal age in 2020, that means I finally just became an adult at 17.

So there I was, a 17 year old CEO in the latest thoughtcloth suit, it's color changing to match my mood by becoming a dark red, with a black half-mask covering my the top half of my face. Fuming in the back of a broken down limo.

'Alright Raes, let's think this through.' I think to myself. 'I won't be able to make it to the party with the best limo in town, but I can at least still show up if I can find some other way there.'