It was fairly early in the morning. Leo, a 15 year-old boy, was slowly walking through the grey hallway, with a sad look on his face.
"What should I do...?", he thought to himself.
It was a very important day - the day that Leo became a leader of his very own team. Lost in thoughts as he took every single step with subconscious care, his head wandered off to the events of the last day.
It had been raining yesterday. He'd been at home, in his favorite chair, holding the cellphone with trembling, sweaty hands as he finally made up the courage to make the call.
"Hello?", a female voice answered.
"Nana?", Leo asked, his voice clearly indicating he was nervous. The girl on the other end of the line paid it little attention and replied with a sarcastic undertone:
"Who else? What do you want?"
He took a deep breath. "I'll make it official-"
She interrupted him almost immediately.
"The team thing? You sure you're ready for that? I don't think you can handle so much responsibility."
He let out a small grumble of disagreement.
"I mean", she continued, her voice a little gentler. "you know I'm right."
He could hear her start chewing on something but decided it was better not to ask about it.
"But you'll help, won't you?" - "Do I have a choice? I mean. Did I mention most teams are absolute garbage? Like what name is LatenightPidgeons even-"
"I know, they're full of drama and all that, you told me many times. Just, meet me tomorrow in the HQ, fourth floor downstairs.", he sighed. She would never stop going on about other teams.
"Ah. Right. Well, good that you at least have a room. What's the name of the team, though?"
Her question came not quite unexpected, but he still felt horribly unprepared.
"I, uh. I'll think about that."
He blinked in confusion as the hallway suddenly ended in a door he could have sworn had not been there before - though he had to admit he hadn't been paying much attention to where he had even been going in the first place.
The door wouldn't slide open too quickly and gave in with a worrying sound of metals grinding against eachother, but he couldn't bother with it now. He took the elevator all the way down to the fourth basement and let out a sigh of relief when he arrived unharmed by any potential elevator accident.
"You're late. Also, you're nervous. There's sweat all over your forehead.", Nana stated bluntly. She was standing right in front of the elevator, her white hair barely falling down to her chest, held together neatly on her back as to not get stuck in her black and white wings that she was flapping impatiently. Her golden eyes glared at him.
He gave her a short nod as they started walking along yet another grey hallway together, taking long and deep breaths to calm himself down.
"Well. Did you decide the name by now or do I need to do that for you as well?", she continued. Her question was genuine, but her voice showed no sign of actual interest. It never did.
Instead of answering her, he stopped at a door with a ripped piece of paper plastered onto it. Nana squinted for a brief second at his terrible handwriting until she figured out that those letters were not actually hieroglyphs but spelt out the name "Luminary".
She kept her eyes squinting just like that and turned her head towards him.
"...In my defense it was G's idea.", Leo protested at her overly dramatic expression.
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Luminary
AdventureThe world, its at war. The cruel organization of super terrorists, Saisem, took over the Northern part of the planet. Now the IBI(international bureau of investigation) and their super agents are the only hope to get global freedom back and prevent...