Of Ancient Kings

Chapter 2

Damien looked at him with his crimson eyes as Robin looked down the phone shocked.

"Well, how did this happen?" Robin asked with a slight waver in his voice.

"I just woke up like this. Didn't really notice though, until I got in the shower."

"Why, what happened in the shower?"

"Not much... Except I froze the fricking water!" Damien played down his tone then sparked up again after the pause.

"Cool. Pun very much intended." Robin and Damien laughed together over the video call. A faint voice came through the speaker and Damien turned to hear it.

"Coming mum." He called out to somebody outside of the frame. "Sorry, gotta' go. Bye." The call clicked off.

Robin's mind was racing. "Since his cousin had turned wouldn't that make him more likely to, of course, it would.... Surely?" He thought to himself. "One metahuman in the family meant that he had a much higher chance, especially since Damien was his senior by three years." He kept feeling a mild sensation in his eyes and a pressure on his nails. For no reason he started to feel panicked, his breath quickened and he felt a bit light headed. Robin forced himself to breathe deeply and slowly.

By the time the bus had pulled up to the school Robin had stopped panicking and waves of excitement flooded through him. A boy wearing a black blazer landed beside him, seemingly out of nowhere, accompanied with a powerful gust of air that threatened to blast all of Robin's hair sideways.

"How are you, Robin?" The boy with hair as black as his nails asked as he smiled.

"Really good, Caleb. It's my birthday and my cousin just metarised." They began walking towards the eight story tall box of concrete and glass that stood as their school.

For every black blazer in the student body, there was a purple. Robin and Caleb stood near the door and waited for a path to take through the mass of purple and black. Unfortunately for them, the crowd yielded no gaps.

"Best go around." Caleb sighed as he dragged Robin out the door. The cold air began to rush upwards as Caleb grabbed Robin under the arms. The cold air beginning to push them upwards with considerable force. Robin's hair was flapping around his head in every way possible.

Soon they were up just above the building surrounded by a swirling mass of mist and water vapour. This wasn't the first time that Caleb had lifted Robin up like this. He had been doing it since he was strong enough, (about three years ago). As they floated over the building Robin admired the view of the rising sun and the ruby clouds that flanked it.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" Caleb asked. "I love the winter sun; it always casts these amazing colours."

"Yeah, you're lucky. You get to see it every day. While I'm stuck on a rickety bus that breaks down twice a week." Robin said with a hint of envy and sadness in his voice.

"Hold on," Caleb said as they took a steep nosedive and landed rather abruptly. Caleb, with a flair for theatrics, landed with a three-point land. Robin, on the other hand, landed in a rather messy forward roll onto the frozen grass.

"Dammit!" Robin exclaimed as he brushed the ice from his clothes. As he passed a laughing Caleb, he clipped him round the back of the head in a friendly manner.

"C'mon, let's go." Robin motioned for the doubled over Caleb to follow.

They still had to push through a mass of blazers to get to their classroom but it was a lot shorter route than it would have been had they came from the other door. Whilst making their way to the classroom, they found out why there was an impenetrable crowd gathered in the corridor. There had been a fight upstairs and they had all been told to go downstairs whilst the teachers cleaned up and repaired any damage. So this was eight floors worth of students packed into a single corridor.