Mythiannovation

Prologue

Penten woke up to a pain in his shoulder.

"Ow! Stop it, Deca!" he yelled to his brother, who was punching him in the shoulder. "God, I hate it when you do that.." he said, quietly. Deca chuckled. "Morning, bro. Got any BIG PLANS for today?" Penten's eyes bugged out. He had forgotten that his trip to Hexia was today! "Ugh, I'm such an idiot! My trip to Hexia is today!" he yelled,  annoying Deca and everyone else within 5 miles quite a bit. "Could you stop yelling, loser? Go grab your tickets and go." Deca told Penten in a strict tone. "Okay, Mr. Alone Time, I'm going." Penten replied to Deca with his sharp tongue. "Don't let the door hit you on the way--" Penten slammed the door. "--out." Deca attempted to say to his brother.

Penten dragged his suitcase behind him, it scraping along his family's small floating residence island. He walked along a bridge to the airport. "Ah, the fresh Mythian air.. Free from all that First Earth smog." He said to himself. It was nice being out in the air, yes, but he had to get to the airport quick, or else he'd miss his flight. He hurried into the airport, stopped for snacks, and ran to his gate, making it just in time. He was still catching his breath when he boarded the Turbine 8X. It was one of Mythia's newest and best plane models; but that didn't mean the flight would be long and boring. He prepared for his 5-hour flight.

When he finally made it to Particlia, he walked off the plane, barely awake from his 5-hour flight. He walked out of the airport and checked into the nearest decent hotel he could find. "One room, please.. Yeah, just for me.." He said to the woman behind the register. He was about to grab his room key when this army of pitch-black soldiers bursted in. He only remembered getting punched in the face by one of them before blacking out.