The World's Last Hope..[On hold.]

Chapter 1: The Esper.

It has been two days since the destruction...

A terrifying roar was heard across Tokyo. This Roar was loud enough to wake anyone from their sleep, no matter how deep.

In particular, a Boy arose from a two day slumber. The Boy's Eyes were Crimson Red, as well as plain. He did not move with alacrity, nor was he dilatory. He couldn't move fast, actually. His body felt sore, and yet he did not know why.

The Young Male slowly began to sit up, straight. It wasn't until two minutes after he sat up that he realized two people were sitting at his side. None of the three spoke to each other for a while, which gave the Male enough time to try to remember if they were his friends or not.

At that exact moment, a flashback occurred. In the flashback, he seen how much the part of the city where he lived was utterly destroyed. Going further back into the flashbacks, he couldn't remember the two faces. Realizing that the two were unfamiliar, the Boy attempted to pushed himself away but it only ended with his sore body beginning to ache with intense pain. So, the Boy gripped his left arm, and flinched.

Suddenly, the person on the left side, a blue, wide eyed boy with brown hair, began to speak, bombarding the injured boy with questions.

“Shiiiiiiizzzneeeeeez! Are you okay? What's your name? Age? Nationality? WAIT...Can you even understand me? Where are you friends? Do you know where your family is? What happened here? What's with the attire? Wh-"

The other person, a female that had brown eyes, and black hair had cut the blue eyed boy off.

“Shut up, Dylan."

When she said this, the male known as Dylan yelled,

“Aye, Aye, Vi!"

The Red Eyed Boy didn't want to answer Dylan, but the truth poured out like a friend that can't keep their mouths shut.

“Yes, I am okay. My name is Zane Knight, I'm Seventeen. Nationality is.. well.. American? Yes, I can understand you. My friends and Family... they're most likely dead. I do not know what happened. And I do not know what's up with my attire..."

Zane slowly trailed off, as he looked down at his clothing. What he wore did not seem modern, or probably seemed like it may be worn in the West, and possibly some other places mixed into it.

Currently, Zane was wearing a dusk black V-Neck shirt under a dusk black, western poncho. With this attire, he had on midnight purple pants which almost looked black. He had on black Chinese Martial Arts Shoes[which I forgot the actual name of], as well as dusk black leg and arm warmers. To hold his pants up, there was a sash, which also covered up a bit of his shirt.

Quickly, Zane threw the poncho off and backed away from it. His face scrunched up, as he thought.

Where the hell did that come from...it isn't in my usual attire...

Zane calmed down, and his plain red eyes began to travel around the room for a few seconds until they met a sheathed blade. For some reason, it seemed familiar and it was as if the blade was calling to him. He did not ask who it belonged to, or why they had it. Instead, he looked towards Vivi and Dylan and asked,

“Who are you...?"

The Male known as Dylan grew a large smile, then stood up.

"I am Dylan Seinfeld. I am sixt-."

He was cut off by the other person, Vivi...?

"Vivian Seinfield. But enough of us... Why do you wield Caliburn...?

She asked, but Zane only responded with a confused look. Dylan seen this and immediately began to clarify. He pointed behind him with his thumb, straight at the sheathed blade.

"That Blade behind us, Caliburn otherwise known as Excalibur. Why did we see you holding it, unconsciously?"

Zane's eyes traveled back over to the blade that was calling him.

'That is what the Blade is... The Famous Excalibur...? It couldn't be... It must be a replica... But... How would a replica call for me...?"

Zane slowly, but steadily left the bed and headed straight for the blade. Once he reached the blade, he picked up the hilt then unsheathed it. It was no replica. A great amount of power could be felt. It was too much. Zane immediately shoved it back into the sheath.

"I... Don't know..."

A voice ran through his head after he spoke to the two.

'Save us! Save us, Descendant of King Arthur!"