A Prince's Quest: Journey to a New Realm

Chapter One

Crap I am in trouble again. Michael Walls, a fellow student at my school had decided that a new student was perfect prey to mess with, and I had finally gotten fed up with it and snapped. My Uncle Ames always tells me to see the good in people, even when they aren't acting it. "Sometimes there might be a little good in people especially if they're young and able to change, Tobias Encora." He says that's what my mother would have done. I'm not like my mother though I want to be, and I know Uncle Ames would be more content if I was.

Let me make myself clear on something. I don't care that Michael tends to pick on me. I'm used to bullies. I've been dealing with them since I was five. I get messed with a lot being nineteen and only at five feet, ten inches. I have jet black hair, and weird violet eyes and I just have one rule: Don't pick on someone weaker than yourself. I was used to being annoyed by those with egos more significant than their brains, (not to mention I could easily could have put Michael on his rear anytime I had wanted), but I figured if he weren't messing with me, he would mess with someone who couldn't handle it. Which brings us back to why I'm sitting on a chair in the headmaster's office waiting while Ms. Nester, the headmaster's secretary tapped away at her computer.

When Michael hadn't been around for almost a week, I admit I had gotten worried, so during lunch the today I had followed Michael to see what he kind of trouble he was causing. My suspicions had been right on the money. Michael had found a new whipping boy. The new kid looked terrified and was like a half foot shorter than Michael and could barely speak English.

"Come on Pierre, speak up, I couldn't quite understand you." I could hear Michael taunting as I walked into the courtyard. He had one of the kid's schoolbooks and didn't look like he planned on giving it back anytime soon. Before Michael could notice I was there I snuck up behind him and snatched the book away from him.

"What the ---?" Michael spoke startled for a moment. I handed the book back to the kid, "Get out of here." The kid looked worried but didn't need to be told twice as he took off down the hallway far away from Michael and his friends.

"That didn't concern you, Tobias." Michael sneered at me as he watches the kid take off.

"Answer me a question, Michael, would you?" I had spoken calmly trying not to let my anger get the best of me like I did most of the time, it wasn't working "Does picking on those smaller than you compensate for that small brain of yours?" I saw the way Walls' eyes flashed and I admit that I felt a sense of accomplishment, as he responded,

"When are you going to learn, Encora?" He sneers again at me smugly, "This is my school, you just get to come here."

"When will you ever learn?" I asked back with a smirk of my own.

Michael got this confused look in his eyes, "What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means, basically, grow the hell up." I saw the punch come at me in slow motion, and I move an inch to the left and take a swing back. Michael might have missed his mark. I on the other hand didn't and feel satisfied as I watched as Michael landed on the hard courtyard ground with blood coming out of his nose. The I saw him smirk.

"MR. ENCORA!" Shit! That was the sound of Ms. Thorn, one of the math teachers as she walked right around the corner on her way to her classroom, just in time to see me swing, "What on this planet do you think are you doing?"

Before I could reply, Michael spoke up from the ground, "He punched me, Ms. Thorn, for no reason." I watched as Ms. Thorn's eyes narrow as she takes in the scene, before turning her attention back to me, "Is this true, Mr. Encora?"

"Does it really matter, Ms. Thorn?" Her eyes flashed and I saw Michael smirk.

"You can wipe that smirk off your face, Mr. Walls." It quickly disappears as it had come, "I've heard countless stories from the other students here about your treatment of people and because of that both of you can take yourselves over to the headmaster's office. Which brings us to the present.