I like to think that having a catalyst is an awful curse. Don't get me wrong, it's awesome to see someone shoot lasers out their palms or move things with their minds, however, there are also consequences to having these so-called catalysts.
People end up depending on you too much to save the world even if you are barely of the proper age. That's right. In our world, you are registered to undergo their systems the minute you discover you possess a catalyst.
What's a catalyst you say? Well, in simpler terms they're powers. Unique but sophisticated forces that people possess when they are born, though they are dormant until the age of 10.
Although, some people discovered they possessed their catalysts as early as 5. Those people are now who we all know as the centenarians. There are about 7 well-known centenarians, representing each continent of the world. No one knows if they are still alive or not but people rumored they were the first ones who discovered humans could possess these catalysts. Others also said that their catalysts were one of a kind and that no one in history has ever had the same power they possessed. Many speculated that the reason why their catalysts were never passed down was that they were cursed by the divine ones for trying to overthrow humanity and create their own kingdoms. Even though their war ended in a brutal stalemate between the centenarians and the gods, each came to a compromise that ended the 1000-year war. Each centenarian was entrusted with their own region and was promised to hold up the end of the bargain until the time came that people shall no longer depend on their deity. The first 100 years under the control of each centenarian were going well, not until, one centenarian decided to challenge the divine ones once again. The centenarian's initial plans were to overthrow their hierarchy by slowly climbing up, killing the younger ones first.
Filled with indignation, the centenarian swiftly entered the chambers of the divine ones. The castle-like abode was surrounded by marble features, accentuated with intricate gold and platinum finery. The view alone was astonishing to the centenarian. For a while, he acknowledged the divine ones' sophistication but later remembered the goal of his smite - the slaughter of the divine ones.
The centenarian carefully slithered through what seemed like a maze of hallways before stumbling upon an unusual sight. Unknowingly, one of the divine ones was basking under the moonlight.
The centenarian was captivated by the damsel, laying in the middle of the greenery, the moonlight casting toward her dainty figure. She almost looked like one of the porcelain figures the centenarian saw whilst on his way to the sleeping chambers. It was virtually love at first sight for the centenarian, however, his conscience was battling with him.
But of course, there was a turn of events.
The centenarian ended up bearing a child with one of the divine ones, resulting in another major war between the centenarians and the divine ones. This time, however, the divine ones won the war and punished both the centenarians and as well as their other divine ones. Their punishment resulted in the other centenarians being unable to bear a child no matter what. It definitely aroused more hatred between the two fractions to this day, causing a great divide between beliefs and culture.
Remember the child from the centenarian and the divine one? Well...the child was pardoned only because it was a child after all. However, the centenarian and the divine one had other plans. They decided to run away from their groups and live among ordinary folks. Of course, both groups were enraged by their decision but they didn't care. They wanted to experience what the humans they created, felt. The joy of parenthood, the sleepless nights, and the ungodly whining of a tiny human.
Have you connected the dots at this point? I'm hoping you did. If you got it right, good job. I am indeed the child that was spared from my own parent's idiocy. You must be curious as to what my parent's catalysts are, seeing as one of them was once a renowned centenarian and a divine one.
My mom, the divine one, had powers that could manipulate auras. In simplest terms, she could copy the catalyst of one person and amplify that catalyst to her liking. My dad, the centenarian, was blessed by the power of a phoenix. He is given immortality (as would a phoenix) and for some reason speed that is above the speed of light.
Though, both of their catalysts are hidden now due to the fact that they were literally the cause of another war. But nonetheless, they are still considered powerful. How about their identities you say? They both go under different names to stay under the radar of the other centenarians and the divine ones. I'm still surprised as to how long they've hidden from the others considering the time it has been since the war.
I heard a loud knocking on my door that woke me up, "Hey sleepy head you'll be late for your first day!" a loud, raspy voice shouted at the other side. I groaned and shifted to the other side of the bed, trying to feel my phone on the night table. I opened my eyes once I felt the phone in my hands. It's still 8 am, what's the rush? I thought to myself and snuggled back into my comforter. Wait 8 am?
That's when I realized the school would start around 8:10. Shit.
I shot right up from the bed and ran as fast as I could to the bathroom. I quickly washed (by wash, I literally just splashed my face with water)and brushed my teeth. I ran out of the bathroom and headed for my closet, hurriedly changing into the uniform the school provided to us. I gave my hair a quick brush through, grabbed my stuff, and headed straight for my door. The living room was noisy as usual with my dad blasting his morning news—god knows if he's actually interested in listening or watching, or maybe neither even, and my mom in the kitchen cooking her heart away. I grabbed a piece of bread off the dining table and headed towards the main door.
"Here, I packed your lunch for you, sweetie," mom said, handing (more like floating-handing) the small brown bag towards me.
"Good luck on your first day, kiddo," dad said, peaking on the dining table, and reading the newspaper.
I glanced at my phone and bolted out of the house as fast as I could.
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Elysian Requiem
ActionBeing born in a world blessed with unique catalysts was never easy. That was the case for Scarlett having to deal with her own power-and her parents. Growing up hiding their powers while on a constant run from the centenarians and divine ones was...
