Out there, against fate

Chapter 4 : Arduous Training? Nah I am lazy

Author's note:
Dear reader folks , I was depressed because my plot got affected by plagiarism. I had almost quit writing. But keeping you guys in my mind. I still wrote. Keep supporting me. Sorry for the delay though

I felt my teenage hormones rushing. But I knew it was a divine-sister-like-kiss-on-this-poor-perplexed-boy. I quickly quit all those thoughts from mind. George sent me few good songs, I mean those were my favourite. Songs were always my aid to Stress-busting. My favorite one was the Chainsmokers, "Dont Let me down". I played it in the highest volume, I could.

Crashing, hit a wall
Right now I need a miracle
Hurry up now, I need a miracle
Stranded, reaching out
I call your name but you're not around
I say your name but you're not around

I need you, I need you, I need you right now
Yeah, I need you right now
So don't let me, don't let me, don't let me down
I think I'm losing my mind now
It's in my head, darling I hope
That you'll be here, when I need you the most
So don't let me, don't let me, don't let me down
D-Don't let me down
Don't let me down"

The song  played in harmonic cacophony. Had it been another person, he would have just-like-that hated that song because of its volume. It wasn't singing, It was literally blaring. George looked at me keenly and slowly spoke

"How do you even manage to ruin the most beautiful song in a minute. Let the Elysium be granted to you and the next moment, it will come crashing down the Earth",
She said with faux disgust.

I looked at puzzled, clueless if she was
okay with the way I was or not.

I sat crosslegged. She stood up to leave. "Wait. Tell me something.", I told her

"What? You said, you need some quality time alone! " She said with sarcasm etched in her tone. I had a high time deciding if people were sarcastic or nice.

"So How will I learn to use Itzamna's powers, before Ah Puch Kills me?  ", I asked her.

"You must first become physically fit, you just look week like barely brewed tea. Usually the Mayan Holy generation, once they find that they have inherited the godly powers, they get into arduous training, become physically fit. It usually depends upon the Gods, that the powers may or may not explicit themselves. For example, Uncle Oliver, is a reincarnation of Kulkulan, the god of resurrection and reincarnation. So he has a special ability to identify the offsprings of the Gods. No one was able to identify his powers, until he himself found it."

"Arduous Training?" I said gasping for breath. That will be clearly impossible

"Is Ah Puch, the only person who is awaiting to kill me, or?", I left it unfinished

"I am afraid not!",She said. "There is someone else too. The last heir of Itzamna was brutally killed by him. Until now, there is only one reincarnation of him, No one even speaks his name. The supreme lord of evil, death and pain."

"Life at Aunt Jane's was better", I thought.

"Who is He? Why didn't Uncle Ol tell about him?" I asked.

"Cizin", She said in her Lowest possible tone. I barely heard her.
She continued "Uncle Ol, did not even tell me about this. It is believed he exists no more. But I did a research in a old Mesopotamian library. It is found that, he still exists. Now dont go mouthing this to everyone"

I listened keenly to her.
"So Am I actually in grave danger?", I asked her

"Unfortunately yes! Until you bring out Itzamna's powers. Once you bring out his almighty's powers. You are the supreme power of the world" she told me.