Inexperience

Confusion

After eight years of doing nothing but work, I had finally completed the mountain of various annoyances that my father assigned to me before he died. I had also finished all of the 10,756 books in the library. Because of those accomplishments, I was engulfed in a happiness that I have never felt before. I felt like yelling as loud as I could to alert the world to the spectacular thing that just happened, so I did. The sound of my scream echoed throughout the empty mansion. After a few seconds, it died down, and I was hit with a crushing silence. That was when I realized no one was around to hear my excitement. Of course, I already knew that, but it saddened me nonetheless. My previously ecstatic mood was dampened heavily by this development.
    Since I had nothing left to do, I made my way down the stairs that made up the distance between my room and the lobby. "Damn, I need to work out more." I said to myself.  Losing your breath after three flights of stairs is pretty pathetic. I started to wander around the house aimlessly, looking at the things I'd seen one too many times. I passed that painting of my father wearing a suit of armor and wielding a massive shield and sword; a woman cradling a broadsword that seemed immensely disproportionate to her body; a hooded girl with two curved daggers crossed on her chest; a smug looking old man holding a large staff with a glass orb on top.  
    After my third lap, I had a "Eureka" moment. "Maybe I could go outside," I said to myself. I did not bother to think about leaving my house before, because I felt no need to. My father taught me how to cook and what foods would keep me from being hungry for the longest period of time. At the time, I thought it was a worthless skill, but that soon changed when I had to start living on my own. I always had something mundane to do, so I was never bored, but believe me, if my father had left anything fun for me to indulge myself in, I would have jumped on the opportunity without hesitation.
    Now that there was nothing left to do anymore, I decided to gather up my courage and step outdoors. I tiptoed to the door, half expecting something to jump out at me, and prepared to go outside for the first time in my life. I set my hand down on the doorknob, and as soon as I did, searing pain shot through the length of my arm, causing me to lose all feeling. Filled with anger, and determined to beat the door, I snatched an oven mitt, laughed maniacally, and tried again.
    Unfortunately, the oven mitt did not have any effect on the magical doorknob. Instead of pain, I was sent flying back until I slammed into the same spiral staircase I had stumbled down earlier. Utterly defeated, I laid down and hoped something happened. After gathering my wits, I stood and trudged unhappily up the stairs. Halfway to the next landing, I thought of something I deemed genius. I ran down to the lobby and sprinted to the phone, but before I could do anything, someone called.
    This was strange, considering no one had done that for eight years. Hastily, I picked up the phone, fumbling while I did it. I hesitantly spoke. "Felix, this is hello speaking, who may I have the pleasure of speaking with on this fine summer day?" There was a silence. After thirty seconds of tension, I got a reply.

"Move out of the way of your door, I'm coming in!"

    A moment passed, a second, then a distressed cry of pain, and a loud crash from outside. "There's no way this thing's still up." The voice came through both the phone and from behind the door of the lobby. Probably forgetting that the phone call was still ongoing, the visitor shouted. His voice was earsplitting through the phone's speaker."Hey, kid! I'm going to do something cool and most likely deadly, so I would prefer if you moved as far away from the door as physically possible. I'll give you forty seconds to move."
    "Kind sir, you are being too loud. I can't understand anything you are saying. If you would please repeat yourself, it would make this conversation easier on the both of us."
      "Sorry kid, I don't have time to say it again," he said in an equally loud tone. I was left confused as to what in the hell was going on, and more clueless about what to do than I have ever been due to my work. Moments later, I was enlightened as to what he was trying to convey. The reason why was because the entire front of the mansion was blown into pieces. I stared blankly, awe-struck as the man came running at me. He was clearly yelling something, but between the shock and the ringing in my ears, I couldn't hear a thing he said. Suddenly, he stopped in his tracks and gaped at me. I didn't understand why he paused, until my eyes came fully into focus. Debris from the house were formed around me in an even circle. Curious, I asked the mysterious man, "How did these get here?"
    He coughed and replied, "Kid, you should know full well how those got there, after all, you were the one to do that."
    "Why would I stack debris around me in this shape?"
    "Are you being serious, kid? Those would have killed you if you didn't make a barrier around yourself."
    "I'm not quite sure what you mean by that sir, could you explain further?"
    "You're not supposed to be able to do that yet, how did you know about your Weapon?"
    "Sir, nothing you say makes sense."
    "I'm in a hurry, so I don't have time for this." He pointed Southwest rather hastily. "Just walk this direction until you reach a city. Once you get there ask around about where to find the high school named Dror."
    "I do not mean any disrespect sir, but why should I trust you, we have only just met?"
    "Kid, like I said I'm a busy man, now start walking or you'll suffer the same fate as your house."
    I nodded and started walking at a very slow speed so I could conserve my energy. After a few seconds of walking, I began to notice my surroundings. Directly in front of me, there were scattered houses among the seemingly endless expanse of barren plains. I looked to my left, and was greeted with the same thing. Nothing was different on the right either. Although, when I glanced back, I did not see my house, the "magician," or the open cave mouth my father spent a lot of time exploring. The adrenaline-fueled energy flowing through my body finally reached empty, and I fell face first into the grass, unconscious.