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

Chapter 8: Part 3

PREVIOUSLY:

Wahshi was betrayed by Zhang and his party, and died at the hands of the "Elder Dragon". He revived at the Mist of Souls, where he then proceeded to rush out of there, at the cost of immense amounts of pain. And several pounds of flesh. After jumping through the pool near Gaia's tree, he plummeted through the canopy and managed to survive.

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Noon light streamed in through the windows of a certain not-so-humble abode. Sizzling sounds could be heard from one part, as the smell of sausage and eggs spread throughout the whole household. From the central block, it spread to both wings of the house and towards a certain part of the central block which housed two gleaming capsules that were spaced a few feet apart from each other.

One was currently in use, and a solid green light fought the noon sunshine as it struggled to make itself known to the world. It was almost as if it was fighting to right some secret injustice that the noon sun had dealt it.

The other capsule stood gleaming, proclaiming its factory freshness to all who could see it. You'd never even know that it'd been recently taken apart and put back together.

A little ways away, but still nearby, the sizzling sounds had slowly died off. Footsteps could be heard as the person walked with a steaming-hot plate just right for brunch. The wall nearby flickered, and images of 3 people sitting around a table who appeared to be having a debate. Sitting down on a comfy chair, he helped himself to a nice, well-planned meal, thinking almost nothing of what was being so heatedly debated about on live television.

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"- is one of the top ten events that changed the world!" As the pale faced, slightly balding man finished his sentence, he reached out and took a sip from a bottle of water that lay conveniently near him on the table.

Sounds of raucous denial roared around the table as the two others vented out their disagreement with his statement.

For the next few seconds, none of the words could be made out as everyone tried to talk over one another in their attempts to tell everyone else around the table as well as all of their viewers, why exactly they thought everyone else's idea, was a stupid idea.

Sadly, this kind of idiotic bickering was pretty common nowadays, regardless of whether or not it was live on national television.

What was even worse was the fact that no one was excluded from this, regardless of gender, race and social upbringing.

The proof was being displayed right now after all. The pale-faced, balding man that sat on the leftmost side of the table was well-known, mainly because of his rags-to-riches background.

The other two were well-known women, but well-known for other reasons. The one sitting at the rightmost side of the table was an Asian woman in her late 40's that had come from a middle-class family. Almost everything about her was average, her background, her skills, etc. The only thing that she had which was extraordinary was her looks. Even in her 40's she was still considered to be a top-notch beauty, and was famous for her previous career as one of the top 10 models in America.

The one sitting in between the both of them was a woman of African descent in her mid-20's. She was very different from the other people there, in almost all aspects. It was almost as if she had been favored since before she was born. There was nothing she didn't have. She was more than just beautiful, and could have become Miss Universe if she had ever tried to become a model. Born into a rich family, and with an almost unheard of genius-level IQ, she was able to use the resources she'd had since birth to gain PhD's in Biochemistry, English and Modern History.