Max Wendell and The Heart Of Whethirford

What the heck is a Zaexin?

My dream started like this: I stood beside a shore as I watch the sunset. Where am I? I thought. Behind me was a rain forest. The breeze coming from the east and waves made me remember the days of my childhood. I felt nostalgic. Thinking those thoughts made me so unaware that I didn't notice, it was night. The milky way was so bright and clear. I felt relaxed. But suddenly, the mood changed.

The chirp of the crows began to scatter all over the place, the branches in the woods started to make a cracking sounds and the grass is also making a cracking sounds. The winds began to whisper in my ears.

Okay, at this point, it started to creep me out. My palm started to feel numb and sweat fell down like a waterfall though it was cold. I sat at the sand trying not to be freak out. I glanced at the sky and my eyes widened. I saw the stars in the milky way started to fade out. I heard the sands crackled behind my back. I turned around but saw nothing, instead I heard another whisper in my ear. "Curse you, Zaexin." a dry voice whispered. It sounds like a thousand voices speaking together to me.

"Zayk- what?" I ask

Suddenly, a dark shadow swirled around me. I tried to stand but some force stopped me that made me stick on my position. The shadow kept on swirling faster making my eyes hurt, so I decided to close my eyes.

"Aaaahhh!" I shrieked

"Be my ally." The same dry voice I heard earlier asked me.

"Who the hell are you?!" I screamed

"Answer me, Zaexin!" The dry voice screamed

Zayksin? What the heck is that? I opened my eyes and my spine felt like ice. I found myself hovering above the earth. What really surprised me was when I saw the earth was dark, like the light of the sun refused to touch it.

"We will rule over the earth." The voice said

"What are you talking about?!" I asked

"Soon you will know. But for now, I'll pursuade you to come in my side. And I will grant you immortality, wealth, pow-"

"Atleast tell me what's happening!" I demanded

"The prophecy foretold that you'll destroy me, but I don't think so. I am a god, you will be mine." The voice laughed

And I woke up.

I rubbed my eyes. I was lying on my bed. I stared at the ceiling and watch the fan spun. I sat in my bed then noticed something very weird. I admit that I don't like to clean, but I hate seeing my room dirty. My clothes are all over the place. My lamp was hanging in the shelf. My bed sheet was all scratched and the curtain, that used to block the sun, was gone.

My clock was gone too. I usually hide my phone under my pillow, so I grabbed my pillow and turned my phone on. I check the time and it was 5:30 in the morning. I felt like I overslept. I stood up and went to the bathroom.

I looked at the mirror and saw my face was filled with sweat. My body was sweating like heck. Maybe this was the side effect for having a bad dream. Well, it's not that bad but, it was bizzare.

I decided to wash my face. I turned the faucet on, scooped a water using my palm and washed my face. When the water hits my face, I realized that I had a wound in my right cheek. It's not that bad but it hurts. I grabbed my parent's first aid kit and covered the wound with bandage. Just as I was finished, I started to starve so I decided to go to the dining room.

While I'm still walking in the hallway, I smell the pancakes being fried. I ran toward the dining room. I sat in a chair beside the table and waited for my mom to finish cooking.

I don't know what kind of condition I have but I get bored so easily, no matter how fun my activity is.

I started to make the table into a drum set. I used fork and spoon as a drum stick. Obviously, it was loud and my mom heard it

"Max, keep it down, it's six in the morning." mom said

"Uh mom, what's for breakfast?" I asked

"What are those strange noises last night?" She asked as if she didn't hear me.

Wait a minute. My mind is blank. I can't remember anything about what happened last night. Afterwards, my dad tapped my back and asked me the same question. I just sat there, staring at them, trying to remember anything.

"Okay, stop fooling around, Max." My dad said

"Dad, you won't believe this." I said

"Won't believe what?"

"I-I can't remember anything about last night!"

Mom and dad just stared suspiciously at me.

Before I go any further, let me introduce to you myself. My name is Max Wendell and I am 16 years old. I'm just an ordinary teenager, sort of. I am more than a human being. Trust me, you don't want to be like us. For now, that's the only thing I could describe myself.

After I finished my meal, I brushed my teeth, and put on my shirt, skinny jeans and converse. I rode my bicycle to school which is nice, I could go to school without worrying about traffic.

I remembered my dream, about the milky way starting to fade out and darkness beginning to reign. I glanced at the sky. What the hell is a zayksin? I asked myself.

You know what? When I'm thinking, I forget reality, like one time, I was so absorbed about thinking my crush will hit on me (Yeah, I sounds like a creep), I didn't notice that the bell already rang, thanks to my friend, he punched my shoulder and woke me up from thinking deeply. Is it what they called day dreaming? I think this is more like sinking in deep thinking.

I was still absorbed when someone kicked the front wheel. I fell aside and hit my right shoulder in a pavement and saw someone standing infront of me. He wore yellow shirt, skinny jeans and snickers. He had a green eye and an undercut. It was my friend, Jet, and he is also the one who knocked the bike out. I was lying there in pain.

"Hey! What's up, dude?!" He exclaimed

"Fu- ugh." I tried not to swear

"Hey, hey, hey. Watch your mouth."

"What do you think I'm doing!" I protested

He helped me up, and I realized I already passed our school. "You okay, dude?" Jet tapped my right shoulder. As soon as he pulled his palm off, the pain was gone.

I've noticed this for a long time, everytime Jet touch his palm to anywhere that hurts, the pain fades. One time, when we're in sixth grade, I was so freaked out when I saw my wound was healed after he tapped it. He didn't care though. But that would make an awesome bussiness. He should do that I guess? Like, making miracles and stuff. And the audience will be like Oh my goodness! He's a god! Oh my god! We should pay you our soul to watch you perform again! Just kidding. Who does that?

I parked my bicycle and walked inside the school campus. Jet was telling me about this Ghuster. It's kinda sounds familliar. But I don't care. We were walking in the hallway when I heard a girl yelled my name.