The sun was sinking below the horizon and the evening breeze swept in with the dusk. School had let out and hour ago but i was just getting to my town. My legs were tucked up under my chin, i was trying to get comfy on the bus stop bench. " What the hell are you doing; Roosting??" Dylan jabbed, with a stupid smirk on his face. The pale teen brushes his disheveled long black hair out the way of his eyes and takes a spot next to me. Dylan had been my best friend for as long as i could remember. On first glance we look to be from two different worlds. He was short and pale, messy but smooth long black hair and acne scarred skin. Dylan was pretty lanky but well postured, always had a bright smile on his face. On the contrast there was me; tall and dark and chiseled like like stone. A short spikey faded mohawk on top my clear but sullen face. I was told i always looked angry or worried.I look up at him and sneer, " Shouldn't you be hiding from the sun somewhere? one beam of light will turn ya from white to red!". We both bust out laughing, the sound kinda reminded me of hyenas which would explain the weird glares from onlookers. Out from nowhere the bus squeals to a halt in front of us and we everyone at the stop piles in. On the ride home Dylan and i skipped between discussing weekend plans and politics. Time normally flies by fast with him so before i knew it i was at my stop. " Ight broham, i will see you at school tomorrow. " i yell back as i step off the bus. " Catch ya later man, be careful on the way home. If those punks by the 7/11 fuck with you again let me know." He said, the last words muffled by the closed mechanical door.
The bus stop i get off at is just on the curb a few houses down from mine. I adjust my earphones and put my phones music playlist on shuffle. Now that i was by myself i could tune the world out and dive into my thoughts. A song by Coldplay comes on and the world around me blurs. I stroll down the block with my hands in my hoodie pockets, i began focusing on the 60's style houses architecture. I love the nuclear family house type look the neighborhood had. It gave me flashbacks of me and my father playing in our yard. I gaze over at my house at the end of the colter sack and sigh. I pictured a young boy being spun around in the air, he thought he was an airplane. His father laughing at the silly boy. The boys mother coming out of the big yellow house with a bunch of water guns. The boy, mother and father all running about the yard spraying each other in the summer heat.
The vision fades and i am left staring at the same yellow house only the paint was faded. The sun had nearly completely faded and the street lights ad awoken to take it's place. "Hey mom i'm home!!" I called out into the darkness of the house. I flipped the switch on the wall and wallah. The brilliant LED lights amplified the white walls and furniture's intensity. " And Xander said let there be light" I say dryly. Knowing nobody was here i rushed up to my room hoping to get a quick nap. The wooden stairs croaked softly as i ascended to the second floor. My room as usual was a mess, clothes on the floor and a bunch of hardly used items strewn about. The band posters on the wall were leaning and some were ripped. My room reeked of Doritos and sweat unlike the rest of the house which smelled of lavender and tea. I toss my backpack to the side and shuffle over to my bed. I stop in my tracks at the sight of something quite unusual.
Laid on my pillow was a Sleek silver Gauntlet with golden designs and symbols on it. The metal glove's fingers had sharp pointed gold tips. "How the hell did this get here???, does mom think i LARP or something??" I ask myself eyeing the gauntlet. It had some strange and powerful aura radiating from it...almost as if it was calling me.
I grab it without hesitation and place my right hand into it. A shiver shoots up my spine and my body ripples as a lake does when a pebble has been tossed into it. My eyes glued on my hand as the gauntlet seems to dig into my flesh. I felt a great surge of energy go through me, my muscles convulsed violently. The world dissolved and i felt as if i was tossed into an electrified ocean.

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The Forsaken King
FantasyXander Van kirk the last heir to the dawnbreaker, one of the most powerful weapons in all the realms is sucked into madness. Demons, fallen gods, the slow merging of the secluded human realm and magical realm...the last Van kirk must master his new...