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Can't believe I'm doing this...
Well, here goes nothing.
ENJOY!
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August 31, 1994

Worn-down black docs kicked at the snow-covered pavement, their echo consumed by sheets of white. Astrophel Black was walking down a path leading to an abandoned pub. The white orb in the sky, the street's only source of light, shone down on the teenager's exhausted figure, illuminating a scatter of scars on his face.

Astrophel knew better than to wander down these streets at night, alone, but it wasn't like Astrophel had anyone to walk with, not that he needed anyone. That's how it has always been, Astrophel and Astrophel's thoughts; it's not as bad as it sounds, really; sometimes you just need to be alone, not lonely, no, Astrophel was never lonely.

Reaching the pub, Astrophel skipped past the main entrance and went through the backdoor; with a little push, the rusty door creaked open, announcing the arrival of its only visitor. Kicking the door shut behind him, Astrophel made his way up a set of stairs, making sure not to miss the huge hole in one of the steps; the hole, and he had an interesting history.

Walking through the narrow hallway, Astrophel made his way into a room, his room, at the end of the corridor.

"Finally, home," Astrophel muttered with a dry chuckle. He kicked his shoes off and watched as they hit the wall opposite him. The room was, as imaginable, nothing special at all, a thin spare mattress lay on the wooden floor, with multiple wool blankets that he managed to steal before. All his clothes were stored in his school luggage, 'All', as in a couple of decent shirts, two pairs of jeans, and a set of pj's.

He lay on his mattress, huddled in a corner of the small room, with his worn-out, feather-filled black jacket still on; he tugged at the hem of his sleeves, trying to cover his hands from the deadly weather.

It wasn't his fault, really; when someone spends their whole day working, you can't expect them to go and collect wood for a fire afterwards. His whole body was hopping between the two lines of exhaustion and enervation. He just wanted to rest, sleep maybe.

Covering himself with the blankets, he rested his head on the pillow; you can't even call it a pillow with how thin it is, just a slab of fabric at best. And he drifted off to another, what, nightmare? Or a dream, because of the comfort he feels with the familiarity that comes with it?

He didn't think about tomorrow, not when tomorrow means going back to a school that he despises, not when tomorrow means waking up to arse-faced, egotistical bastards. Not when tomorrow means the start of inhuman lessons that no kid should experience.

Astrophel didn't think about tomorrow, not when it meant waking up.

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Finally, I chose the plot that I wanted and stuck with it. No more changes, I swear. Now, the prologue was only about Astro; I kinda wanted to give you guys a hint about his character and his living status.

We are going to be following Astro mainly in the next few chapters because his life needs explaining, unlike Cassius, but they will meet soon enough, so yeah.

And i know this was short, but i didn't know what to write in the beginning anyway. I promise the leading chapters are gonna be longer!

SEE YOU IN THE NEXT CHAPTER BYE LOVIES!<333